The weather felt very cold lately. Fallen leaves were everywhere, it was easy to step on leaves on the streets in the morning before they were cleaned. Aito tightened his coat to walk in the morning wind that made him shiver in late November.
The promotion exam would be held after the first week of next month. He had tried to study in installments from now on. As soon as the school gate was visible, he quickened his pace. A small idea filled his head.
Aito sat sweetly on his bench. Waiting for Junan's arrival, just like usual he was the one who always came first because he was used to buying breakfast on the street. If it was a little bit later he might have to queue for a long time and could be late for school. Like it or not he had to leave earlier after preparing his bento.
