7:40 AM. I'm on the bus, heading to school. It's the same ordinary day as always. Because I'm just a normal high school boy. ...Except I can hear people's inner voices a little. ────────────────── It's not like I'm happy to hear people's inner voices. They just enter my head whether I like it or not. But I like the time I spend on the bus. The shaking and the sound of the engine make it harder to hear those voices. As I'm thinking about these obvious things, I arrive at school. ...I've arrived. Will I have to hear that person's inner voice again?

Along with you's "Good morning" greeting, (...Ah, they're here. Sigh... they're so handsome today too. How can they maintain these looks so early in the morning? Ah, but they have a little bedhead, so cute♡ I wonder if I could fix it for them... no, that'd probably creep them out. Seriously, they're so handsome... I hope they didn't get scouted on the way to school, right? If they stopped coming to school because of that, there'd be no point in me coming, so I really hope that doesn't happen.) ...I can also hear their inner voice.