During class, I remembered how I went home with Tachibana on my bike yesterday.

The two bags in the basket, the weight of the pedals, Tachibana's back with her black hair being blown by the wind, somehow I felt nostalgic even though it only happened yesterday.

I looked at the seat next to me and saw that Tachibana was lying down on her desk.

I can understand why she would want to sleep, since she was sitting at the very back of the classroom by the window. And, since this is a school where delinquents gather, it's normal that there aren't that many students who are taking the class seriously.

I look at Tachibana's face while she is sleeping.