Time flies, sunshine, cherry blossoms, white clothes, smiles, paper airplanes, and the light blue sky.
It was all the imagination Fujisuke gave to Echizen Ryoma.
——"Senior, your eyes are like the sky, I like them very much." When we met for the first time, Echizen Ryoma said with a smile.
Under the blue sky, there are paper airplanes flying...
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