No one drove him home as usual. Although Yuki had offered, he felt bad because their houses were opposite each other. So, he could only refuse and go home alone.
If it wasn't for Junan's insistence on driving him, he couldn't refuse. However, over time it became a habit between them.
It felt like something was missing, especially considering the last time they went home together even though it was raining until night. Aito felt bad about being dependent on habits.
He stared at the road outside the bus. The drizzle hit the asphalt, causing sparks between the heat of the asphalt and the rainwater. Small smoke could be seen coming out of the heat of the road soaked in rain. Leaving a distinctive aroma.
Aito never hated the rain, even though he got sick because of it last time. It's just that sometimes the weather leaves a trace of nostalgia. He couldn't stop thinking about that day.
