"Asaka," Takeuchi murmured, his voice barely audible in the surrounding space floor.
On the floating screen, Asaka's face appeared, and her eyes looked like two deep pools of ocean blue, drawing him in even from behind the floating screen.
A sudden sound broke the silence, the sliding door slamming open, its echo reverberating through the room from the floating screen.
Asaka emerged from the classroom.
Her high school uniform was neat, her blonde hair fluttering in the breeze that swept through the corridor.
The screen panned down, focusing on Asaka's skirt as the strong wind blew in her direction, but her skirt remained obediently in place with the help of her hands.
As it moved back up to her face, Takeuchi could see a hint of blush on Asaka's cheeks, and her blue eyes were staring toward him.
There was a hint of embarrassment.