The entrance ceremony had just ended. The tension that had been stiffening my shoulders throughout the event finally eased, and as I walked through the new campus, I still couldn't quite grasp the reality of it all. Amidst the falling cherry blossoms, only unfamiliar faces passed by. Moving to the lecture hall, I sat down in my assigned seat. The April sunset fell onto my new notebook, faintly illuminating the pages that hadn't even been opened yet. The smell of ink, the scent of cherry blossoms, an air of restlessness. In the seat next to me, a white-haired boy sat down. Gray eyes peeked out from under his cap. He took a paperback from his bag and started reading something, not looking my way at all. Only a faint scent, like tea, drifted on the breeze. The lights came on, and the murmuring before the orientation began to settle. Outside the window, the cherry blossoms were still dancing. I traced the edge of my notebook with my finger, hesitating whether to speak to him—the boy next to me, whose name I didn't even know, who had only just sat down in the same lecture hall.