"...What a bore."

He muttered while fighting the urge to close his eyes.

The boy looked at the blackboard, which was full of equations that he didn't really understand, nevertheless taking picture-perfect notes of it.

Michiki Nao exceled in Arts, not in Mathematics.

As he finished copying his notes, he put down his pen and sighed.

"I wish I was somewhere else," he thought.

He looked outside the window, which showed the greenery of the fields near their school.

Multiple trees were planted firm on the soil, bearing many kinds of fruits.

The tall grass and the leaves of the trees were dancing with the wind, in some kind of nature waltz.

The soft breeze touched him, his dark brown hair swaying with it. He fixed his glasses, which were inching closer to the tip of his nose.

The view made the sides of his mouth crawl into a faint smile, one that he kept to himself.

He loved nature.

He loved how it spoke without using any words.

He loved every essence of it.

Nao covered his mouth with his left hand, yawning quietly amidst the tense atmosphere in the class.

"I wish I was somewhere else."