The rain pitter-pattered.
Time flowed into Tokyo Bay along with the rain on the ground, and the calendar turned to the end of June.
The rainy season hadn't officially ended, yet the sky was already a bright blue. The sun of midsummer was roasting the earth. The lush green trees on the roadside once again cast thick shadows on the sidewalk after more than a month.
"I'm off to school."
"Be careful on the road, and remember to take out the trash."
"Okay."
"Hey, hey..."
Yukino Ritsuko chased after him out of the store, looking at the distant figure: "Mr. Fujiwara, you forgot your lunch again—"
Fujiwara Reya kept walking.
He fled as fast as possible.
Lunchbox?
What a joke!
He'd rather eat the cafeteria's pork cutlet than have another bite of the love-filled lunch made by that dumb woman.
