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Shiki Nishimura quietly took a seat at the back of Class 12-A of the Japanese Academy for Scholarly Training (JAST for short). It was the start of his last year of secondary education. Soon he’d be sending in his university applications, and before long he’d leave this school behind him. Not that he had any particular attachment to this school. He’d transferred in earlier that Spring, and in the time since he hadn’t gotten particularly close to anyone. Which suited him just fine. His parents were in the military, so he’d spent most of his childhood relocating from place to place. He’d long since learned that there was little point getting attached to any particular place. Still, as he watched the mostly unfamiliar faces filter in, he felt a tinge of loneliness, if only for a moment. Would he spend his final year of academy alone too? It just seemed so meaningless. What was the point of it all?
Shiki sighed. Homeroom would be starting soon. He looked around the room. A group of girls were talking spiritedly near the door. He frowned. That type of girl annoyed him: the cheerful, talkative type that could never stop running at the mouth about meaningless things. Near the window, not too far from him, a few guys were casually talking about baseball, pointless chatter about stats and who was the best player on the local professional team. Shiki brushed a wisp of his dark hair to the side and looked out the window with an unsatisfied expression. It just all seemed so mundane, so boring.
He glanced at the door as one of the last students entered the classroom. She had long, flowing, silky, dark brown hair, and brown eyes with glasses. She sat down without a word at the back of the classroom, a few desks over from him. She seemed familiar, but he didn’t think they’d shared class together before. Where had he seen her before? Realizing he was staring, he looked away, but found himself sneaking glances at her occasionally. There was something about her he just couldn’t shake…