A week has passed since Harima's ill fated confession, and he has yet to return to school. Noticing this Tenma voices her concern with her friends.
"I'm really worried about Harima, you guys."
"Why?" questions Eri, "It's not like it's the first time he's pulled this crap, besides it's only been a week. He's left for far longer times in the past." Her words echo that of her attitude, cold, but not without some compassion.
"I suppose but he wasn't so depressed those times." brings up Mikoto.
Eri shrugs off Mikoto and Tenma's concerns again.
The bell rings and class begins. Tenma, despite her efforts, can't focus on class as she just looks out the window wondering where Harima is.
We see a shrine, shrouded in the heart of a forest just outside of town, the trees are coming back to life after the long winter, cherry blossoms slowly falling to the grass, which is a healthy green. We see a man slumped over on the right side of the shrine, he's wearing a baseball cap and a light jacket, there are some wrappers littered around him, it appears as though he's been there for days. His body is pale and his face is tired. The anguish of unrequited love he's carrying in his heart is showing it's self in Harima's appearance. His eyes are glassy, bloodshot, and vacant, this would certainly cause concern or uneasiness, however in this remotest area he has been ignored, as if he were a vagrant. Harima has done very little since he's found refugee in the forest, little more than reflecting on his current predicament.
'I'm not sure what to do now, I don't want to go back to school, but I don't think I'm wanted at home. I can't run away though, no again, maybe I should just drop-out and leave to another city.'
He slumps down further, eyes swelled, tears running down his face, as he falls asleep.
The next day, just as if he were a man with a purpose, Harima gets up from where he had spent a weeek of his days and nights. Looking out upon the forest he realizes what he must do. Gathering the meager items he had brought with him he departs the shrine, forever.
At the same time all of this is going on we see Eri at home, lost in thought.
'I shouldn't really care about the dumbass things Harima does in his life, the idiot. But, why can't I stop worrying about him? Maybe I should call Tenma, see how she's dealing with it today.'
She contemplates this for some time, before choosing rather to head to a shrine. At this time we see Harima again, trying to get his motorcycle started.
"Come on you piece of shit, START!" he barks at his bike. He tries to start it again, to no avail. He gets off his motorcycle and starts poking his head around his bike. He does this for a few minutes and then, "Hey what's this?" he looks at the gas tank which has a hole in it and directly beneath it some pavement that had fuel on it some days ago, but has since dried. Trying to hold his composure he steps away from the bike and let's out a loud agonizing scream. "Oh god!" he yells again, falling to the ground in turmoil, as if he were carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders, "This just sucks," he starts crying "I want to get away but I can't now. I should've never confessed, I shouldn't have even woke up today." his voice sounding more and more down with every passing moment. He slumps down by his bike and weeps.
'What's that noise.' Eri thinks to herself as Harima's soft sobbing has perked her ears as she walks ever closer to the sound, 'Oh it's just Harima.'. Without so much as a glance back at him, Eri continues on her way.