ayase eli, the student council president of otonokizaka high school, has long been an outstanding student and a womanizer.
despite her popularity, she does not have anyone who understands her, except a certain green-eyed beauty, and she has been dri...
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■ a year later| ■ monday| ■ 6.33am|
PAGES of the book that she was reading slipped past her fingers as easily as the cold morning autumn breeze swept casually over her, teasing her purple locks.
Tucking some of her hair behind her ear, she turned a page, absorbed in the story.
Nozomi loved the way the words painted canvases for her to see: paintings of pine forests, running rivers, soaring mountains, and quiet hills.
They offered her a sancturary; different from the one her father provided — one of adventurous escape, one of calming isolation. She couldn’t blame her father — he had a hard job as a police officer, and was too tired to be able to give extra time to her. Fulfilling the role as the breadwinner was more than enough for Nozomi.
Still, Nozomi’s green eyes narrow, her grip delicate on a page of the light novel she was reading, brows crinkling in slight worry. Why was Otto-san tight-lipped about the raid on the leader of the White Cloaks that day?
She had woken up the next day to the sight of her father slumped over in the couch, still in soiled clothes, his snores heavy, and feet up on the coffee table.
Nozomi, who had been getting ready for school, had draped a blanket over her father, knowing how chilling the autumn wind could sometimes be.
Grabbing her own purple sweater from its place over one of the dining chairs, she had gotten one last peek at her slumbering father before she closed the door to a home that was close to falling apart at its seams.
Sighing again, she tucks a lock of purple gently behind an ear, turning the page, opening another world filled with soft baby blue and wafts of warm chocolate.
