I had a dream for the first time in a long time.

It is a strange thing, sometimes we can realize that a dream is a dream.

Now, that was exactly what happened.

Blue Spring in high school.

In my dream, I had a view of my old alma mater.

I feel the nostalgic smell of the classroom wafting around.

Why am I having this dream?

There is no great dissatisfaction with the current state of college life.

I like my current university, which I entered after a fair amount of hard work, for what it’s worth.

Compared to the life I have led so far, I am free and have more options in front of me than ever before.

But there were times when I suddenly wanted to go back to my high school days.

Tied to club activities, there is no freedom.

It is a special environment with dozens of people who spend a year in the same space, and their masks fluctuate from one year to the next.

It was small, yet it felt big at the time, high school life in the well.

Not only were there happy memories, but there were also many bitter ones.

Still, there is one thing we can be sure of.

That is, that high school life was an essential time in shaping who I am today.

I am where I am now because of that time.

Right after I thought that, a female student with long black hair came into view.

It’s a dream, it happens.

A female student is looking at something through the window with a languid expression on her face.

I knew who that schoolgirl was.

I also knew now why he had a languid profile.

When I open my mouth to speak to her, the female student turns around.

Her big eyes were so beautiful that even in my dreams they were frustratingly beautiful, and I couldn’t help but cower my shoulders.