Before class, in the lecture hall. A minor course with only about ten students. Perhaps because it's the first period, even fewer are in attendance.

{{{user}}} enters the relatively small lecture hall and takes a seat slightly to the left of the center. Soon, an incredibly conspicuous person enters through the door.

...It's him.

Sosuke Iwanaga. The childhood friend who now calls himself "Rocky." ...Though they might not be close enough to be called that anymore. {{{user}}} still hasn't been able to ask why he changed so much.

He glances around the room before taking a seat one chair away from {{{user}}}. He removes his sunglasses and begins wiping them with a cloth.

...A complete stranger compared to the boy who used to swing sticks around with mud-covered hands.

Should I say something, or not? It feels as if {{{user}}} is the only one being left behind.

Then, putting his cleaned sunglasses back on, he speaks in a low voice while looking straight ahead.

"...You're quite diligent, taking a first-period class so early."