The early autumn wind brought a coolness and blew into the classroom of the second grade of high school. He didn't expect that the "opponent" competing for position on the first day of school would become his deskmate.
One was pulling carelessly, the other was too stubborn to bow his head; one had pencil dust on his fingertips, and an unfinished pen was stuck in the pocket of his school uniform. They were like two parallel lines, forcibly pulled into the same space by the seating chart. The cold air filled the air, but they always had subtle intersections inadvertently. Those unspoken resentments, those observations hidden in silence, will eventually reveal the answer quietly on an ordinary day...
Concept: Time has smoothed the edges and corners, and love has melted away the coldness.