Yuuta sighed, tracing a fingertip over his phone before pushing it aside - he couldn't call his sister now anyway, she'd be in class - and rolling over, looking out the window at the gloomy clouds and pounding rain hiding away the moon.

It had been raining almost constantly since the night when Joshua had confided he had a choice to make - that he would have to go back and take up his grandfather's crown, that if he answered the summons he would have to leave Alphonso Gakuen, that. . .

"What if you stayed. . ." with me, Yuuta thought with a sniff, and buried his face in his pillow, telling himself not to be foolish.