Prologue
───What do you usually think about when taking photos?───
I can't really recall when it happened, but my dad told me about it.
I don't remember what triggered it. Maybe I was just vaguely curious as a kid, or perhaps I was given homework like "Let's learn about your parents' jobs." I think it was just something trivial.
───Right... if I had to put it into words, it's about capturing the fleeting beauty and preserving it forever, don't you think?───
───? What do you mean by that?───
Now that I'm older, I understand——But back then I couldn't grasp the meaning behind my father's bashful words. What the heck is "Capturing the beauty of the fleeting beauty and preserving it forever"? Honestly, that's just too pretentious.
───You'll get it once you're older, Takumi. But until then, you've got to find it on your own.───
───Find what... exactly?───
───Isn't it obvious? That is, well...───
Before I could even recall what my dad had said with that smug look on his face, my consciousness—Takumi Anno—was snapped back to reality.
(...What on earth is happening?)
Having happily entered my second year of high school and finally gotten used to my new class, one afternoon after school I happened to pass by an empty classroom—and I ended up witnessing it.
"Mmm… I just can't seem to... get a decent shot..."
Within the school—no, even across the whole of Japan—our classmate, Rinoa Shinomiya, one of the top beauties, was sitting on a desk taking a selfie.
And on top of that, for some reason, she was posing in a lewd manner, her uniform undone.
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