Taki sat as his desk feeling the paper through his fingers as he flipped the pages.

They were in history class. He wasn't a bad student but he kept finding himself so distracted. Though he could say that about any class as the open window to the left always made his legs itch and twist restlessly waiting for a wisp of wind to hit his flesh. He often angled his desk in a way just for the chance.

The teacher went on his with his lecture.

His voice felt far away.

"It wasn't the biggest population but the memory of the phenomenon; the memory of those lost will always remain." The teacher said.

Taki was doodling by then. Someone ribbed him.

"Tachibana!" It came out as a nervous growl.

"What?" Taki looked up the whole class was looking at him. Because Mr Yuma's eyes were on him.

"I'm sure what you have to draw can wait till you are in art class? Perhaps you care to recite aloud what I was just explaining."

He didn't look happy and Taki gulped. He wasn't scared but he knew his mind wandered though he didn't know the reason why. Everyone's mind wandered from time to time but where had his own mind been going?

He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter. "You were talking abut the comet that struck 3 years ago. It destroyed the town."

Mr Yuma's eyes bore into Iida Yachi's eyes, Taki's friend. "Eyes on me, Mr Yachi!" Iida had been mouthing the words loosely like a really advanced game of charades. He adjusted his glasses and looked straight ahead. The universal "Sorry Man I tried" "It's alright" could be heard without words from the two best friends instantaneously.

Taki tried. Opened his mouth and closed it. Why couldn't this have been a review lesson he spaced out on.

"You were talking about a town" Taki managed to say.

"What town" Mr Yuma immediately interjected his patience growing thinner. There was a slight personal look to his eye perhaps due to the fact that this high school boy wasn't paying attention to something so morbid. Especially since…

He sighed. "I was talking about the comet that struck Itomori"

"Ito-" Taki tried repeating but was cut off by Mr Yuma.

"I explained to all those who were paying attention for the last," he looked at his watch to prove a point, "12 mins that my family once lived there over 5 years ago. They left two years before the comet struck the town thankfully."

One girl spoke up on the other side of classroom. Directing the attention off of Taki who..

"We're really glad your family wasn't hurt Mr Yuma" the girl said.

He smiled apathetically "Thank You, Komako."

Taki slouched back in his seat, a strange sensation came over him. He looked around the classroom. Everything is always the same. No one even changes there seats! Why did this make him suddenly so angry. Why were they sitting here? Why was everything so stationary? Except for Mr Yuma who was continuing his speech forgetting all about Taki.

He listened. This time very intently to Mr Yuma's speech.

It kept going on. After a while, he was listening but again his mind wandered. Drawing a circular orbit on the the clean sheet of paper in his notebook. Not even thinking, he just continued to make the same circular motion as the graphite in his pencil started to smear from the constant movement.

Creating a larger and larger smokey sphere.

Till a drop of wetness hit it. Stained the page right at its epicenter and made the graphite bleed. Grayish liquid stuck to his hand.

Taki touched his clean hand to his eyelash.

It was wet? "I'm crying?" He said to himself. He couldn't understand.

Iida was talking to him by then.

"Why are you taking your paints out?"

Taki wasn't listening. No questions were being asked Mr Yuma was still speaking but Taki shot his grey stained hand up.

Me Yuma sighed, he knew exactly where this was going. "Tachibana, if you missed the first part of the notes I'm sure Mr Yachi will be happy to-"

"I just have one question! " He spat.

Everyone was looking at him again. Why was he getting so angry. He was getting so restless he needed to get out of there. If he could just close his mouth for a grand total of 7 more minutes!

He took a pause and then after his breath calmed, he added.

"Don't we have meteorologists?"

It definitely was not the question Mr Yuma had thought would come out of this boys mouth. No one else in the class apparently either.