"Little fox, do you know what day tomorrow is?"
At dusk, the sun sets. There was only one mark left that looked like it had been burnt by fire.
In the distance, two teenagers were lying on their backs on the lawn of a maple tree in a park, looking at the setting sun. Suddenly one of the red-haired boys turned his head and said this to the black-haired boy next to him.
"Idiot..." Tomorrow is tomorrow. The black-haired boy was noncommittal after hearing this. He opened his mouth slightly and uttered these two words, then closed the door and fell asleep.
"Hmph, you stinky fox, are you calling a genius an idiot behind your back again? How many times have you said that I am a genius, and I am the great genius Sakuragi Hanamichi." The red-haired boy seemed to dislike the word "idiot". After the black-haired boy stopped speaking, he heard his dissatisfaction and complaints.
The black-haired boy couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing this, thinking: You are like a genius, except for the fact that you often make a fool of yourself in front of those dead women. But these must not be said, otherwise... After thinking for a long time, the clear voice of the black-haired boy rang out again: "Idiot, my name?" He sat up sideways and looked down at the red-haired boy who was still lying on the lawn with his dazzling obsidian eyes, or the red-haired boy named Sakuragi Hanamichi.
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