The three afternoon classes passed.
A hazy drizzle began to fall outside the window.
Aozawa watched the rain, thinking he would visit Tokyo Tower later.
Whether it's Tokyo after the rain or during it, the view from Tokyo Tower is always worth seeing.
"Aozawa, why do you look so poetically contemplative?"
Phoenix Academy Maggie turned around. A flicker of curiosity crossed her delicate, doll-like face as she naturally folded her arms across her chest, her elbows encroaching on more than half of Aozawa's desk space.
His math textbook was crushed underneath. If it could speak, it would surely be wailing, "So heavy! Help me!"
Aozawa didn't break eye contact. Instead, he propped his chin on his right hand, his expression growing even more profound. "Do I look cooler this way?"
"HAHA." Phoenix Academy Maggie giggled, tapping his elbow with her right hand. "No, you just look dumber."
