Today's temperature was 28 degrees, and the sunlight equally scattered across every piece of the school's flooring.
Hot.
Just moments ago, Kagura Hikaru had performed a one-hour play in a long-sleeved black costume, ending up with a fine layer of sweat all over his body when he stepped off the stage.
Coming out of the auditorium, a breeze had just passed, swirling in through the short sleeves and hem, taking a turn, and carrying the heat away with it.
This moment was exactly why Kagura Hikaru loved summer the most among all seasons.
But just thinking about the entanglements he had with those three girls still in the auditorium, his mood became congested again.
This was not what he intended at all.
Kagura Hikaru realized that he seemed to harbour an inherent misconception that emotions could be manipulated rationally, handled lightly.
But perhaps he was not using the right methods, or lacked the talent in this regard, as he always stumbled in matters of the heart.