An ordinary morning, an ordinary wake up. As soon as Mu Shen opened his eyes, he realized that he had fallen in love with someone.
He recalled seeing Kenji Fujima being carried on a stretcher with blood on his face in his sophomore year of high school. He was wondering why he didn't notice it so early.
And is it not too late?
He glanced at the alarm clock again. Six thirty-two. In another hour, he will be ready to go out, fix breakfast, enter the classroom, and confirm the course content. After all the classes in the morning are over, he will go to the basketball gym. There will be an hour of lunch training at noon, and neither he nor that person will be absent. He wanted to tell him that he realized it, although it was a little late, sorry, but maybe it was still too late.