Ding-dong.
The pleasant sound of the after-class bell rang, bringing the third period of the morning to an end.
A sparrow flew past the window.
Ever since Hojo Shouko used the Holy Grail to wish for environmental recovery, birds seemed to have become more common on the streets of Japan.
The sky was a clear blue, with not a single cloud in sight.
Aozawa kept taking out the love letters girls had handed him from his bag.
Some of the letters had the sender's name and class written on them, along with confession lines full of girlish innocence.
There were literary ones, short and sweet ones, and ones that sounded like they were pouring their hearts out.
Some letters tried to keep a bit of mystery, only stating a place, wanting to confess their feelings to him face-to-face.
It was just that some of the rendezvous spots overlapped; it was either behind the gym, or the rooftop of the classroom building after school.
