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Judai did not feel lonely.
Although he had moved to a huge and completely unfamiliar city to attend the Art Academy, he had settled in quickly.
And then… There was Yusei.
Sure, their first meeting had been absurd since, due to Judai's carelessness, Yusei had almost run him over with his red motorcycle, but come on, that's just frivolity!
What mattered most was having gotten to know Yusei inside out and getting lost in his thoughtfulness and nobility of spirit.
Yusei was... Precious.
As precious was Judai's feeling for him.
Something as immense as a field of pure white daisies, unique and indescribable.