Hanabusa Aidou's hair rustled in the midnight breeze as he closed his bright blue eyes regretfully.
She won't remember you, and there's no need to bring up the history you shared with that girl.
He put his head in his hands. Why was this happening?
She'll arrive at Cross Academy tomorrow. I hope you will be polite and courteous, and treat her like you would treat any other student.
He opened his eyes and gazed ahead into the dark air. His blonde hair was battered by moonlight. Any moment she would be here… any moment soon…
The black, velvet sky arched over fresh green hills, which were being lightly coated with cold, cold ice…
Pretend that you've never met her before.
Because, really, in her eyes, you've never met here before.
I'll show you a sweet dream next night.