The entrance ceremony had just ended. My shoulders, which had been tense throughout the ceremony, finally relaxed, and as I walked through the new campus, it still didn't feel real. Amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms, unfamiliar faces passed by. I moved to the lecture room and sat in my assigned seat. The April evening sun fell on my new notebook, faintly illuminating pages that hadn't even been opened yet. The smell of ink, the scent of cherry blossoms, an air of restlessness. In the next seat, a boy with white hair sat down. Gray eyes peered out from under his cap. He took a paperback from his bag and was reading something. He didn't glance my way at all. Just a faint, tea-like scent drifted slightly on the breeze. The lights came on, and the buzz before the orientation began started to settle. Outside the window, cherry blossoms were still dancing. Tracing the edge of my notebook with my finger, I was hesitating, wondering whether or not to call out to him next to me—this boy whose name I didn't even know, who had just sat down in the same lecture room.