Flowers: Le volume sur printems
I find her, wet from the rain and sitting on a fallen tree.
“Mayuri-san...”
What should I do when I find her?
What should I say?
All those thoughts fade into the distance...
“Mayuri-san!”
“Shirahane-san!? What are you doing here...?”
She tries to lift her outstretched leg and makes a pained frown. I rush to her side and examine her injurity.











