A Week Late, the True Face of the Angel

It was the cherry blossom season in April, and I finally stepped into the gate of Sakuragaoka High School after being a whole week late. In the school, perfect angels and transparent passers-by are parallel lines that never intersect in everyone's eyes. Outside the school, the arcade God of War and his evenly matched opponents are secrets that only the two of us understand. No one knew that from the day we discovered each other's true colors, our world would quietly go off the rails. No one knows that on the night after adding friends, the two people holding their mobile phones were hiding a concern that they dared not say out loud. No one knows how tender this bond hidden in secret will grow in the wind of cherry blossom season. When the perfect mask falls and our souls collide, we discover It turns out that I was late this week just so that I could meet you.