The wind blew through Kia’s hair as the bike sped along its predetermined route to the Shepherd’s mansion.
He couldn’t help but remember that night he was returning to his home after a long absence. It wasn’t that long ago, only a few days at best, but it felt strangely nostalgic.
Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance entered his nostrils, as pink strands of hair started to tickle parts of his face. He just remembered that in front of him was Minayatsu Ayuki, a girl who sparked his curiosity and apparently whose hair smelled like really nice shampoo.
“You know I find it quite odd myself,” Ayuki said after some time.
“What’s that?” asked Kia, who was enjoying the full moon, that was playing find me beyond the clouds.
“The last person that held me as tightly as you, I
