The reflection of the sun, the scent of the blue sky. Wind chimes sway, playing a cool, refreshing sound. On the roadside, couples and students finishing club activities. All the classic symbols of summer were lined up. I thought this summer would have nothing to do with me, either.

But this year, it might be different.

Because I get to go on a festival date with my very first "crush."

I've been picking out my yukata and worrying about my hair since yesterday.

I've always wanted to experience youth. The final summer of my third year in high school. Between friends' lies and being toyed with by love, I didn't know what to believe anymore.

Both the good things and the bad won't fade even when I become an adult. So it's okay. For now, I'll leave it to the summer.

High school senior, the final summer. I am the protagonist.

　 "I felt the signal that summer has begun."