The dim yellow hallway, a languid afternoon, a warm scene, the passion of youth.
There was no trace of emotion, the atmosphere on the scene seemed to drop to freezing in an instant with the young lady's gaze.
The delicate-looking girl seemed even more indifferent, her exquisite and beautiful face void of expression; her eyes, locking gaze with the boy, showed not a hint of retreat, as if... as if the boy never possessed any so-called Bewitching Eyes, the look one gives to insignificant people, indifferent, angry,
"Chiba-san?"
Seeing Chiba Shimizu like this for the first time caused Haruka Yuzan to instinctively step back, his hand that had rested on the girl's waist involuntarily let go, "I didn't mean it, I couldn't hold back for a moment, I am very sorry."
As he spoke his apologies, looking at that exquisitely indifferent face, he always felt an inexplicable guilt...