It was another one of those days, sweltering since early morning. Still, as it was the end of August, a cool breeze would flutter at night as if autumn were just around the corner.

Going to school together, barely paying attention to class, and heading home together after school—today was no different. Like a routine, they went into Hansol's house. Sitting close together on a blanket spread in the corner of a room with a yellowish, sticky floor, dying of heat without even a fan, staring at a small, old TV screen... this was probably the happiest part of the day for the two of them.

It was exceptionally humid that day. Maybe because it rained the day before.

Or maybe because he was pressing so close.

Without realizing when it started, their sitting positions had shifted. Now the two of them were lying on the blanket, legs tangled together as they stared at one another.

The air in the room grew even more stifling. Sweat trickled down their necks as if moisture were soaking into their school uniforms, leaving them in a complete mess.