The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of the female dormitory at Otsuki University, casting long, pale streaks across the hardwood floor.
Kirara Hiyori sat perched at her desk, the tip of her pen tracing idle, repetitive circles on the margin of her notebook.
Her chin rested heavily in the palm of her hand, her gaze unfocused as she stared at a complex formula of series and parallel circuits, nodal analysis, mesh analysis, source transformation, and Delta-Wye conversion that she hadn't actually read in over twenty minutes.
She was utterly, hopelessly absentminded.
Her thoughts were a chaotic swirl of the upcoming final exams and the vivid, electric memories of the nights she had spent with Seijirou.
Even now, in the quiet of the morning, she could almost feel the phantom pressure of his touch and the way the world seemed to narrow down until he was the only thing that mattered.
