Panel Magic ★★★ Ding-dong, ding-dong... The chime echoed through the school building on the first day of the new term. It marked the start of the third period. The opening ceremony had already wrapped up during the first and second periods, and class assignments had been announced. For the record, the class I'll be homeroom teacher for from today is a humanities course in the second year of Tsukishima High School. This is my third year as a high school teacher, and it's my first time being a homeroom teacher. While part of me felt anxious about whether I could do a good job, I slid open the classroom door and stepped into the lively room. The students began to scatter and find their seats. Of course, they weren't about to start a deathmatch or get "locked on" after a "Stand, Bow!" command. Some of them had attended my classes in their first year, and I'd already introduced myself in the auditorium. Still, the nerves were there. As the room fell sile...
Prolouge "The true essence of love is freedom." — Shelley (1792–1822) ★★★ In this country, spring is called "the season of love" because countless meetings and partings intertwine, giving birth to many romances. A simple, ordinary love story that could happen anywhere. But for someone, it’s a precious, one-of-a-kind love story. We are no different. Amidst the many voices of blessing, we overcame countless trials, and today, in this place, we are united in this white church, where the sound of bells resonates── ★★★ As the new school term began and the cherry blossoms, now in full bloom, started to fall, it was a lazy afternoon on the last day of Golden Week. I found myself swaying along with the rhythmic clatter of the green Yamanote Line train. My destination was the famous meeting spot, Shibuya's Hachiko Square. Arriving at the station, I stood amidst the bustling crowd of young people, nervously waiting for a woman. Though we had been exchanging messages fo...