It's the kind of day made for playing truant, though the late afternoon sun marks it as already past school hours. The skies are clear, and the air is warm with a cool breeze that makes it pleasurable.

The street Homura walks down with her cone could be any street at all, full of the bustle of people in groups and pairs. Shops line the way, along with an occasional cafe or movie theatre or street vendor's booth. She has an ice cream cone in her hand, just starting to drip a little to make her eat it more quickly. She flicks long hair out of her way first, to avoid getting any tangled in it.

It couldn't be a more simple, easy day; and Homura couldn't be happier about that.