
The mane was dancing to the wind. The cold of the night began to stab slowly but unheeded by him who was still sitting in the same place.
"I thought you'd be sitting in a slightly warm place. You know, it's dark now and it's not good to sit outside for long without any heat on your body."
"You yourself? You're here without a jacket or anything."
"At least I'm a man, I'm stronger than you Lesya."
Lesya, the head of OSIS with a good expression and attitude or arguably friendly, sat for about 15 minutes on the school rooftop. Do not ask why.
"Wind to get wind, what do you mean? On the way home, there will be wind."
Lesya closed her eyes while hugging her own body. "You're so chatty Savier," he murmured softly. The girl did not think that the young man sitting next to her would nag just because he did not bring a jacket or anything similar to keep his body warm while outdoors.
"I thought you were quiet." Now, the girl started talking.
The two were still sitting in the same place with the topic of conversation starting to walk everywhere.
Like, why is one plus one equal to two and not three.
"We have to go home before security guards lock the fence."
"Mhm? Yeah, you're right."
Savier, who was standing, stared back because he felt no movement. "Stand up Lesya, we're going home."
Although initially grumbling because she did not want to go home, Lesya finally stood up and walked towards the door that led them to the roof of the school.
"By the way, the school roof turned out to be fun."
"It's nice that you come during the day."
Lesya grunted softly. It's a little faster than Savier. His mind now is to get out of school as soon as possible, without a security guard seeing.
"Your mood doesn't seem good, why?"
The girl with the pink mane stared at the field below through the window.
"Well, you know ..."
Eight hours ago in the school hall.
"Why does the show have to be one o'clock in the afternoon? Hot to know," grumbled Adelle who lifted a box containing a small candle.
Aerylin nodded, agreeing with the red-spirited girl. "I thought the show was going to start around nine or ten in the morning, but it was one in the afternoon."
Their school will hold an event for the school's birthday. On the result of the meeting held a few weeks ago, it was decided that the school's birthday event would be held on this day. As always, those who take care of from beginning to end are those who are members of OSIS.
"Why is the show going so far from its actual date?"
Kaila shrugged her shoulders, confused by the teachers who were taking part in the meeting.
"Listen, the principal's birthday coincides with the school's birthday, so yeah gjtu."
"THAT'S FREE!?"
Lesya laughed a little. "Handler."
"By the way, the guys I asked to buy cookies aren't there yet?"
The girls who were busy decorating the hall exchanged glances before their other friend, Zeline, came breathlessly holding a transparent box filled with cookies.
The four people who were still holding various ornaments in those hands were staring at Zeline with indecipherable gazes.
"Sorry guys, am I late?"
Lesya swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. Yeah, I said it was too late, I don't know why I felt sorry.
"Where else is Zeline?"
The one asked answered loudly.
"They're downstairs!"
Lesya smiled. Put the decoration that you want to paste onto the table and walk to the exit.
"Oh, under that means on the field?"
Zeline nodded as she placed the transparent box containing the cake on the table. He stared at the exit before turning around and answering Kaila's question. "Yes, I don't know what they're doing downstairs. As soon as I passed by, Andreas gave me this box. If I don't hear wrong, he says 'this is a fight between life and death!' that's."
"And now he will die because Lesya has gone down there with a very frightening aura" Aerylin continued, hugging her own body.
"Surely they play ball" Adelle guessed. The girl understood their behavior quite well because Adriell often said that the ball was their own soulmate, and it can be concluded that they were indeed playing ball downstairs.
The girl with the red mane slowly sat herself down, briefly chilling without a chair.
"You sit too hard, the seat is not there," Kaila murmured, finished with the decorations on the wall.
Zeline slightly cleaned the floor before she sat on it. "The ones who lift up their seats are the men."
"And they're doing whatever it is down there" Aerylin said flatly.
And let's move for a second. The girl with the pink mane and charming smile was looking straight ahead. There, the real look of four young men in sports clothes was busy passing the ball to their team mates. One young man in the middle seems to be serving as a referee.
"Kids? Didn't you guys tell Lesya to buy a cake and lift a chair? Why are you playing ball here?"
Hm? It's like Raymond's voice. Did you hear wrong?
"Sir, we asked permission!"
Andreas bego, where there he asks permission. Btw it's real Mr. Raymond turns out.
"Oh, I don't think you're asking for permission, 'cause Daritadi Lesya's staring at you from there."
Right after Raymond finished his words, a ball floated beautifully and landed seamlessly on Andreas' eel.
"Snice shoot!"
"Nice shoot your teeth. You guys are I told to buy a cake to lift a chair, why even play ball here ha?," said Lesya as soon as he arrived on the field.
"The ball teased us Lesya" Adriell said, pointing at the ball that had kissed Andreas.
Lesya nodded her head a few times, not intending to reply to Adriell's words or else she would go crazy herself.
"Hurry up, there's only four of them up there. The five of you are also told to go play."
"Sorry," said Savier, who began to follow the steps of the girl's pink gibberish.
"You, why don't you play ball?"
"Yes?"
Wait, didn't Lesya just scold us?
"I-I can't play ball ..."
Lesya stopped and turned to look at Savier. "You? Second-class High School can't play ball?"
The one asked nodded in response. "Just the same, sans," continued Lesya and began to walk again, leaving the bewildered Savier behind.
"Ciee talks the same crush. How, fun?"
Savier got rid of Andreas' hand embrace. Although his mouth said no, the look on his face really could not lie.
Kenzo who was at the very back could only sigh. Lesya's love story is actually more complicated than any of them.
Back to the real time.
"I mean, are you sulking because of us? It was our fault."
Lesya shakes. "Actually I'm not sulking, but you said it first and now I'm going to sulk."
"Don't sulk, I don't know how to persuade people" the young man chirped without looking at his interlocutor.
"Yes suppose now you learn to persuade the sulking man. Doesn't matter, does it?"
Both are in front of the school. "Alright Savier, now you have to go home."
The young man with a grayish-black mane suddenly looked towards him. "Why? Where are you going?"
"Ask one at a time" Lesya sneered at Savier, who stared questionnaires at her.
"I want to go to work."
"Those nights? What do you do?"
"Handler Savier."
The girl walked quickly to the nearest stop. Savier who saw it also followed Lesya's footsteps by running small several times for fear of being left behind.
He stared deeply at the girl close to him.
Savier looked down for a moment. Both of them sat down while waiting for the upcoming bus.
"Savier, is there anything you like in our school?"
"W-what? I'm not ..."
The young man who had raised his gaze suddenly turned his face, trying to hide the red hue that had begun to spread quickly.
"I-it .. mmmhm ..."
His opponent tilted his head slightly to the left. "I just asked Savier, your timid attitude is like you like me," said Lesya softly, joking slightly to break the slowly silent atmosphere between them.
"Ah, the bus is coming."
Once again, his gaze was fixed on the girl's pink-blossomed back. Savier swore that the moonlight seemed to only highlight the girl.
When the blade of her lips opened like it was about to convey something in silence, Lesya quickly turned around and smiled at him.
At that moment, the smile of the girl with a charming face in front of her seemed to be able to stop time.
Unknowingly, the young man also smiled right when the breeze played his second mane.