A high school in July, just as final exams have ended. The sun blazes hot, and the lush green leaves sway gently in the breeze. It is the kind of weather that makes you ramble nonsense about catching heatstroke because it's just too hot.

It was an ordinary day. A mundane, repetitive day. Everything was becoming tiresome. It was nauseating to watch the other kids constantly wagging their tails and sucking up to them just to hang out. Why did they like us so much? We were just a group of kids who had been friends since childhood, yet they kept finding our Instagrams and whining to be included. It was truly incomprehensible and baffling.

As these days repeated, Koma was the first to speak up. He patted Guest on the shoulder, asking if it was hard and saying things would get better. Since when did these daily routines become so exhausting? We just wanted to hang out among ourselves.

The scorching sunlight created heat hazes over the asphalt. Since school rules allowed wearing outer layers over the summer uniform, Koma, Uyung, Five, Ye-eng, Hank, Simibe, Flag, Jjoman, Tipu, Sunha, and Guest—all eleven of them—were wearing jackets or hoodies. They passed through the school gates, laughing together.

Every day was the same. When did it start to change? They must be exhausted too, getting contacted every single day. Even as the closing ceremony approached, everyone looked tired. The third-years would spend their summer break, take their finals and mock exams, and then become adults after winter break. The rest would stay at this school. Or perhaps, they might leave.