<p>Spring had arrived, its warmth evident in the dazzling sunlight that matched the delicate beauty of cascading cherry blossoms. A palette of vivid floral colors decorated the landscape, signaling the season's change. Students, some in their school attire, others not, engaged in cheerful banter as they exited the educational institution. The day's lessons had been cut short owing to an urgent situation—the head of Gochō University had been struck by an abrupt heatstroke, creating a stir among the faculty and leading to an early dismissal.</p> <p>This unexpected turn of events worked in favor of Shiranui, who had arranged to pay homage to his parents at their memorial with his companion. With time to spare after getting home, he looked forward to his painting session. He was stationed by the school's entrance, with a sketchbook rested in one palm and a graphite pencil poised in the other, documenting the scenery through his artistic lens. However, his focus was periodically broken by the sensation of someone standing near him.</p> <p>Snapping his sketchbook shut, Shiranui wrapped his arms around himself and displayed a clear scowl, voicing his annoyance. &quot;How much time do you need in the restroom? You're as slow as molasses. It's anyone's guess what you're doing in there,&quot; he remarked, eyes rolling with apparent indifference, though his inner musings painted a starkly different picture.<br> <em>How can someone be so impeccable?</em></p>