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The recess finally sounds throughout the classroom. The hour that followed Homeroom, we had Maths for two long hours. But now, we're on a break and get to lunch for slightly longer. What's good is, free time we get for lunch also gets to be used for club activities. Reducing further the noise of the crowd.

Of course, Kanadera-san's grand arrival in our everyday life made her the center of attention. Not that I'm particularly jealous, and most student transferees would deserve that type of introduction.

It's just that the past hours were kinda filled with more murmurs than usual, which made it difficult, from my seat, to hear what the Maths teacher was saying.

Have to say, his scribbles on the blackboard helped less than expected...

Fighting my inner tiredness, I go to the cafeteria. I feel some degree of relief leaving Kanadera-san's company; both because she feels completely out of my league, and... for an odd sentiment, in my heart for a while.

Once I've grabbed what may or may not constitute a balanced meal — avoiding all plates that might contain animal bits —, I choose a seat out of sight, by a corner.

So, the teacher's rumbles were sensible to about a third. Based on the graph he was doodling, and as we follow orthogonality, it might well have been about parallel lines.

Parallel lines and their properties. As I type that out on the tablet, I browse the web to find data.

Properties... Notably, that of never crossing on an infinite plane... Another one is that of a subsequent perpendicular line. And that's how we end up with a square, that can be divided by triangles.

The exact structure that appeared in the Kanadera perfume commercial... And very reminiscent of those metallic wings that might or might not kill me.

Thinking about it, if I told Yuuyami-senpai, she might be the only person in the world to trust me.

But conversely to my safety, wouldn't she just want me to act as a decoy, so that she could bait the urban legend?! Of course she would, since she's crazy like that.

At the same time, I still remember those dear, emboldened purple eyes...

My middle-school days were filled with stomach butterflies. While I contemplate the past with nostalgia... two thuds wake me up.

"Even now, you're showing weakness to allure the angel of death! What an elite member of the former Occultic Club!"

"Eikou Yuuyami-senpai, Suna Taoru-kun, bon appétit."

My mind might just be about to burst. By my side, the one person that represents the most danger to me... In front of me, an elite heiress that catches the stares of the entire school... And how the hell'd she know my name?!