The bean-sized raindrops swept across, relentlessly striking the ninth-floor glass window.
Fujiwara Reya climbed out of the water, shook off the water droplets from his hair, and walked towards the lounge chair.
"Miss Kasahara," he asked, "you've watched the performance for so long, don't you have a comment or two?"
"I heard it." Kasahara Fumi said.
She maintained the same posture from beginning to end, resting her chin on her hand, remaining motionless.
"I know you can hear." Fujiwara Reya continued walking.
White wings spread open behind him, and at the same time, his hair and pupils turned golden, a commanding aura emanating from the slightly fluttering wings.
As if she had seen something dazzling, Kasahara Fumi couldn't help but squint her eyes at him.
No matter how you looked at it, that look didn't seem like her usual self, but it was only for a moment. Two seconds later, she quickly averted her gaze elsewhere, her cheeks slightly flushed.
