“Hey.” Eyes narrowed in the blustery wind, Kokoro looked towards the voice. The fallen blossoms stopped swirling and her field of vision began to clear. She saw a boy straddling a bicycle, and he was looking in her direction. He was wearing the boys’ uniform for Yukishina No. 5 Junior High, the school badge showing clearly on his chest. The embroidered name tag said Mizumori. I feel as if—I know his name, Kokoro thought. Her eyes widened. Because she sometimes had a dream. A dream of a transfer student arriving.
