After entering spring, there would occasionally be such weather.
The overcast sky, dim light, and a slightly humid breeze would occasionally sweep past the corners of clothes.
On these days when it might rain at any moment, Kagura Hikaru had stopped his part-time work at the livehouse, believing it to be very irresponsible to expose his guitar, worth over four hundred thousand yen, to the risk of getting wet at any time.
Therefore, he hadn't brought his guitar to school these days.
Perhaps it was because of this.
Without the extra weight on his shoulder and the large guitar case blocking his line of sight, Kagura Hikaru quickly noticed the trace of the stalker.
He became aware of it within the third minute of leaving the school.
When he occasionally looked back, he could see a petite figure swiftly retracting into the shadow of a utility pole.
But you're exposed, completely exposed, with that oversized black coat sticking out.