Spring—a season of encounters, and the very same season in which the eventual lovebirds met.
It had all started just outside the shopping district. The time was around dusk, and Naoya had just stepped outside of his workplace, broom in hand, intending to tidy up the storefront. Just as he was about to begin, however, he happened to spy a man and a girl having some sort of spat nearby.
While the girl in question wasn’t facing him, he could still make out a school uniform—it was the exact one from Naoya’s school—and long silver hair that marked her as not fully Japanese. She was also very evidently in some sort of trouble.
Across from her was a man dressed to the nines in a fine suit, although the flashy, dyed hair and dangling ear piercings made for a rather bizarre contrast. He had been
