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During spring, flowers bloomed everywhere, and the city was more beautiful thanks to the blue sky. The cold wind still blew through the streets, always bringing indescribable feelings. If someone were happy, the wind would spread their joy, blow their hair away, and make their smile even happier. If not, the wind would bring a gentle sadness, carrying sorrows in the cold air.

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I'm sick again today. I wonder if that girl will go to school today? I... I want to sit near her... Arima, do you like her?

"My blog has had a new follower for the past few weeks named ag4t3. There's something strange about this nickname. This one reads all my posts. Every day she sends me messages wishing me happiness and to smile... What a mystery! Who is that person?" Arima thought to herself, her heart full of questions.

Today was the last day of spring, so summer was about to come. What wasn't happy about it? Arima sat idly, pretending to look out the window but actually trying to sneak a peek at the pink-haired girl, who was diligently writing something down. There was something exceptional about her when she was meticulous, which made Arima very interested. Her eyes still pretended to be casual but accidentally looked intentional. She wondered what that little girl was engrossedly writing.

"Ring! Ring! Ring!"

Finally, the school bell rang, and there was an air of silence as the teacher gave his final instructions to the students. Then, everyone quickly left as if to welcome the summer back to them. Arima had been standing near the school gate for a few minutes, but her feet would not move. She was hesitating! The girl with pink hair had given her a piece of paper during class that read, "There's something important I need to tell you. It has to do with you, too. Before you go home, can you wait for me where you usually go? I... will wait."

Arima frowned again, gazed into the distance, and walked away silently. The usual old classroom building was deserted and quiet. Today, it was even more eerily quiet. Arima stood at the end of the corridor and looked towards the girl with pink hair walking. She was silent and watching Agate, but that girl suddenly turned around and spotted her. Agate's shining eye appeared again, making Arima think she had stopped breathing for a few seconds. Arima truly adored those eyes.