On the first day of the holiday, Fujiwara Reya slept in.
He usually got up at six every day, but today it was almost eight, and he still hadn't woken up.
He wasn't being lazy.
This Golden Week was going to be the busiest one in his seventeen years, so he needed to recharge thoroughly before the busy days began.
♪I'm 14 years old
♪I'm pretty
When the sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, Fujiwara Reya's Sony phone suddenly rang.
His hand slowly reached out from beneath the covers to pick up the phone and glanced at the screen; it was an unfamiliar number.
He hung up and went back to sleep.
Before long, the voice of the French singer Cécile Corbel rang out again.
He hung up again.
*No one can deprive me of sleep as pleasant and tranquil as an autumn's locust.*
Then... the ringtone sounded once more, and because he took his time responding, it grew more urgent, as if the person on the other end was particularly stubborn and impatient.
