"...Sigh."
In the silence of the night, a boy stood on the terrace of the academy.
His purple hair fluttered around in the gentle breeze.
Leaning on the terrace fence, his tired blue eyes gazed at the garden below.
...There they were, a girl with gold hair streaked with platinum and a girl with blue hair, sitting on a bench talking to each other.
Even though he stood far away, he could still notice the small smile they shared.
...A smile he hadn't seen on their faces for a long time.
"...They sure are an unusual pair." He whispered softly, looking at them.
His gaze lingered on Christina for a while before he turned around.
"...How the fuck did you get addicted to smoking?" He grumbled, glaring at the handsome black-haired boy standing opposite him.
Aimar glanced at him, his lips parted as he inhaled the smoke deeply.