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Chapter 9: That blue remains blue in spite of losing its luster to time.

 Once we went through the formalities of the staff farewell ceremony, we were poised to complete the preparations for our very own farewell, one that didn't consist of a speech at the podium, a gift of bouquet flowers, and tears, but one where everyone could let loose and enjoy themselves while we were working our butts off behind the scenes without any leeway to process the emotional repercussions of separation.

Despite the tribulations we had faced, the joint prom was scheduled for normal operation. With the cooperation of numerous parties, coordination of the venue proceeded without issue. Every floor was thoroughly garnished with balloon art and flowers and the ambience was accented with a soft BGM track. All affliates that were given admission in advance were bustling with excitement in part due to their exaltation in gaudy dress wear.

With the guests' anticipating flaring in the background, Yukinoshita and I began our final meeting in a corner of the lounge.

“Hikigaya-kun, please oversee the floor designated for Sobu High and the overall management of the hall staff.”

“Got it.”

“Also, coordinate with the tennis and soccer clubs through Totsuka-kun and Hayama-kun as they direct the guests inside.”

“Roger.”

“Keep an eye on catering as well. The lounge is being set aside as a resting area, so cooperate with Zai... Zai... him and the others.”

“And she gave up on his name...”

“As for the work involving re-entry stamps, Kaihin-Sogo will take care of it. Since you're overseeing the staff, ensure the floor mats are replaced occasionally. We want to avoid getting sand inside when people return from the beach.”

“I hear you... Wait, don't I have way too much stuff to do? This feels more like grunt work than management.”

She gave me a blank look. “Unfortunately, we're the only ones who understand the flow of this event, and I have to ensure it runs smoothly... Or is my partner unable to do something this simple?”

She flicked the hair at her shoulder with the back of her hand and made a provocative smile. Before her unyielding gaze, I didn't have very many responses to choose from.

“Oh, I'll show you...”

When she pulled the “partner” card, it didn't matter if I was reluctant or if I had to mumble, I could answer as such. I wasn't sure if she had heard me, but she smiled back.

When our meeting came to a standstill, the venue momentarily went quiet, and the distant noise, like the incessant insects on a long autumn night, suddenly stopped.

I turned around to see the cause and could see Yukinoshita's mother and Yukinoshita Haruno taking strides while exuding a pressure to their vicinity. Although that wasn't their intention, it was inevitable given the combination of the two young beauties, one clad in high-class Japanese clothes and the other in a flashy dress that exposed her shoulders, back, and bosom while drawing a mermaid line from her hips and below. On top of that, Hiratsuka-sensei who was following behind them was another impressive and cool beauty, taking on a masculine attire with a pant suit. It's only expected they would garner attention.

They cut through the waves of people as they walked to us. Yukinoshita glanced over and goaded them with a smile.

“Oh, I wasn't expecting you to be here.” 

Yukinoshita's mother returned a cheerful smile along with her sister's slovenly attitude.

“Yes... I thought it'd be best that I saw this event to the end.”

Though cheerful, her words were teeming with an intensity like that of hostility. Jeez, this person's as scary as ever...

As I retreated behind Yukinoshita's shadow, Haruno-san interjected lightheartedly in spite of the tension. “Oh, don't mind me, I'm just here for free drinks.”

“Except we're not offering any alcohol here,” Yukinoshita said, astonished.

Haruno-san pulled Hiratsuka-sensei by the hand, arm in arm. “It's okay, no worries. If I feel like drinking, I'll just head over to the restaurant over there with Shizuka-chan.”

“I'm driving, you know...” Hiratsuka-sensei wasn't particularly enthused, but she didn't shake off her hand, either. While appearing to be on an adult date, she looked at Yukinoshita and me in turn and smiled. “I'll be enjoying myself today if you don't mind.”

“Do your best, Yukino-chan. Hikigaya-kun, you, too. Do your best...” Haruno-san cut her sentence short, took one step closer, and whispered into my ear. “And be ready for what's to come, okay?”

“Ehh...”

The tone of her voice and her words caused a frightening chill to run up my spine. I could only respond with a pathetic groan. She laughed and moved her body even closer.

“Well, if you ever need help, just let your onee-san know. I'll lend you a hand.”

“Quite frankly, you're the last person I want to deal with...”

I took the opportunity to respond to her generous offer with sarcasm. Initially puzzled, her eyes narrowed as if she was a beast sizing up her prey.

“God, you're so adorable, Hikigaya-kun... I'll make sure to dote on you as much as I do with Yukino-chan from now on.”

It's almost as if she had been holding back the entire time. You're kidding, you can go up another level...?

Still, this was Yukinoshita Haruno. There's no way she'd be satisfied with just that. It's likely she would continue to test me as always going forward. As if making that evident, she made an alluring chuckle near my ear. I found myself writhing, and when my body came in light contact with her exposed skin, her sweet breaths that tickled my earlobe, and her floral aroma that stimulated my nose caused my back to shiver. Oh no, this person really is scary...

As I shuddered in place, Yukinoshita promptly came in between us and slapped Haruno-san's hand. Then, she pointed outside with her index finger. “Nee-san, the restaurant's over there.”

“Oh dear, someone's upset. I'll see you two later.” Haruno-san feigned innocence and waved her hands.

With Hiratsuka-sensei as her escort, the two quietly left. After seeing them off with a sigh, Yukinoshita turned to her mother. Unlike the bout between sisters earlier, the confrontation between mother and daughter felt tenser. Her mother put her folding fan to her chin and spoke with a piercing voice.

“Yukino... There will always be some opposition whenever you attempt to begin something new. Whatever reasons you may have, not everyone will agree, and that's only truer for an incredulous event like this... At this point, you should expect claims to both schools and our family.”

“I imagine.”

“Now that I've warned you, I have no intention of taking your side, regardless of what little schemes you come up with.”

She glared at me with an icy glint in her eyes, as if discouraging the things I had done in the past. But that glare was obstructed by an extended hand. Yukinoshita took a half-step forward, wearing an icy smile resembling the woman before her.

“That's fine. It's part of my duty as the one in charge to take responsibility, and they've been taken into account from the onset.”

“I see. Well then, let's see what you have in mind.” Yukinoshita's mother made an amiable and dauntless smile.

In watching them from the sideline, their exchanges that consisted of verbal exchanges and playful banter resembled the way beasts would rear their children. Only when the children were ready to leave the nest that the two-way interaction would grow fiercer.

Some time ago, Haruno-san once said this: The existence of an enemy would cause people to grow. I had a slight suspicion before, but it's now turned into something definite. For the mother and daughter, or even the siblings, confronting each other was their form of communication, and opposing each other was their idea of education. What's with this rakshasa family? Could it be their entire family is full of troublesome people?

I took a step back in hopes of not getting involved with them. But noticing my retreat, Yukinosthia's mother smiled at me. “Hikigaya-kun, I imagine we'll be troubling you quite a bit, but thank you.”

“Huh? Oh, well, right. It's my job, so...”

With such a happy smile, I couldn't quite say, “Nope, not happening.” I could only send back an ambiguous response with a wry smile.

Finding that satisfactory, she returned a smile behind her fan and gracefully walked away in good spirits. After watching her leave, Yukinoshita sighed. “She finally left... Let's resume our meeting.”

“There's still more...?” I asked, dejected.

She pressed against her temple. “There is. It doesn't please me one bit, but they pointed out something we didn't consider.”

“Huh?”

When, where, why, what, who, and how? I wanted to ask the 5W1H questions, but she spoke before me.

“It's regarding the alcohol. It's not being provided here, but there's no rule barring the guests from bringing in their own. Keep that in mind when you're on your patrols.”

“More work... But, yeah, got it. Anything else?” I asked.

She placed her hand to her chin and thought. “Let's see...” After considering for a moment, she moved her eyes around, looking to see if there was anything else to say. Then, she whispered. “For now... I think that should cover everything.”

“Roger. Let's get started, then.”

“Yes, let's.” Yukinoshita lifted her face.

After we briefly exchanged nods, we made for the backstage. And so, the curtains of the final stage were raised.

 

9-2

Though the joint prom was in full swing, I wasn't sure if I had taken a proper break yet. I had such a heavy workload that time was just ticking by.

The gorgeous view that spread out before me, decorated with the actively moving colorful dresses was akin to the cherry blossoms carried by the storm of spring. There was no event more fitting for a farewell than this.

Every floor was accompanied by classical music, and familiar faces were frantically running back and forth. Each and every one of them made sure to pile on the insults, complaints, and jeers whenever they passed by me. And this was all because of my position as the general floor manager. As prominent as the title sounds, it was nothing more than claims management. Because of that, I'd find myself getting in touch with all the different groups and immediately heading to resolve any incidents.

Even now, I was desperately running around to resolve another incident, and that was when my name was called from behind.

“Hikki.”

There was ever only one person who would use that nickname. I stopped and turned to see Yuigahama.

“Oh, hey. How are things on your end?”

“No problem there. It's not too busy anymore. Iroha-chan's kinda dead in the backroom, though. How about you?”

“I'm dying here. Seriously, this is impossible. Anyway, I'll go check on Isshiki later. Also, catering's starting to run low on food, are there any sweets or anything in the backroom?”

“There's some light stuff in there, should I bring them out?”

“Yeah, please. Zaimokuza and the others are out buying more right now, but I've been doing what I can to cover as much of the portions as possible until they get back.”

Yuigahama laughed. “Oh, hehe.”

“Was that funny?” I asked.

Then, she retracted her smile for a moment. “Yeah... This just feels like us, you know?”

However, in the end, she couldn't completely erase her heartwarming smile. I felt a slight tormenting tug at my heart, but I brushed up my hair and made an obviously poor smile.

“Sorry you had to help us in the end.”

“It's okay.” She took it in stride and shook her head. Then, she looked around the vicinity with a gentle gaze. What she saw was the dancing dress silhouettes, the guests embroiled in laughter, Yukinoshita hurriedly running from place to place, and the exhausted corpses of the staff members. She smiled. “Because this is the view I've been wanting to see.”

“I see...” I smiled along with her.

This view certainly did resemble all the ones we had seen to this point. We never could see things to the end. We'd be at odds with each other, the situation would escalate and cause us to butt heads. Even after the fuss, we'd find ourselves between a rock and a hard place and ultimately settling for shoddy work to make ends meet.

But it's because of that thrill we experienced in those days that made it enjoyable, just like now. I wanted to kill the person who came up with this unreasonable project because it was so extremely busy, but when all things were said and done, I was fond of this kind of lifestyle.

“Hey...”

“Hm?”

In response to her whisper, I removed the earphone of my headset from my ear, only for her to muddle her words and shake her head.

“Never mind. I'll save it for another time.”

“R-Right...”

“Come on, back to work! Hurry, hurry!”

“R-Right...”

I broke into a run as she urged me on, and she whispered to do my best from behind. I really had no choice after hearing that.

I may complain, and I may not get things done perfectly, but it's my creed to get at least sixty percent of the job done, enough that I had room to make excuses. Roughly all of the problems we've had were far from being resolved. They were all merely swept under the rug through the tentative abuse of bluffs, lies, and other sloppy methods. There would come a day where I would get my just desserts and be forced to shoulder all responsibility. I would have to pay all of my debt until until there wasn't a single strand of hair left on my buttocks.

But perhaps, that's what I wanted to do. Just running back and forth until I was dead tired, complaining, but still doing my job. That way, I could completely exhaust myself, lament over my regrets until I couldn't anymore, and ponder over my youth full of mistakes. And then, I wanted to tell this story over and over in my older years on a veranda to Komachi's grandchildren.

As I rambled on with the exact thoughts an elder person would have, I hectically ran around taking care of my various jobs. Before long, the inclining sun began to dye the Tokyo Bay with a glimmering red beyond the window.

There were those who went to the sandy beach, those who relaxed in the lounge, and those who chatted around the bonfires.

Everyone passed the time in their own way, and eventually gathered on a single floor. The final dance time was about to begin.

Compared to the recent prom, the sound and lighting were far more elaborate and caused the excitement in the air to surge to another level. Simultaneously doing my work and avoiding the crowds of people was quite the herculean task.

A standard dance party number began to play out of the large speakers. The spotlights jumped from place to place and filled the disco balls with light. The bouncing light resembled a revolving lantern and every time the music transitioned, it would inform everyone of the approaching end much to their disappointment.

I made my way out of the whirlpool of fervor and watched. After resting against a wall, I let out an exhausted but satisfied sigh.

The popular EDM that played, the passionate dancing, and the blinding strobes of light weren't exactly things I liked, but I didn't hate the time I spent indulging in the sounds in the dark corner of the floor. But it was only for a brief of moment of time that I was able to space out.

I was called over the headset and was given a stream of instructions as well as disparagement. Without even the luxury to take a breather, I responded in acknowledgment and ran.


9-3

At the onset, the joint prom was plagued with large issues before its inception. However, while the day of the event saw some incidents and accidents, there wasn't anything problematic that could lead to the canceling of the event. Relatively speaking, the event ended on a successful note.

That being said, things really did get heated up. With the intermingling of graduates and current students from both schools and a few of the event affiliates, all of their singing and dancing made for quite the uproar. Such high levels of energy made it feel all the more desolate when the event was over.

The venue was completely devoid of people except for me, the general floor manager, after the party. I looked over the floor area while cleaning up, which included picking up trash and checking for lost belongings. It was only moments earlier the floor was drowning in spotlights, music, and voices, but now it was painfully quiet.

I took my time surveying the floor from corner to corner until I heard footsteps on the linoleum floor. I turned to the noise to see it had come from Hiratsuka-sensei.

“You're still here?”

“Yeah... I just happened to forget something,” she said, walking to the center of the floor. Despite her claim, her gait took on a decisive pace and didn't suggest that at all. Still, I had already checked the entire floor.

“I looked around, but I didn't see anything...” I moved my head around, wondering if I had missed something.

“This is what I forgot.”

Hiratsuka-sensei stopped in front of me and offered her hand. She wasn't holding anything, and there wasn't anything on top of her palm, either. Her palm was just facing upwards. It didn't look like she was asking for a handshake based on the direction of her hand, either. Ultimately, I couldn't figure out what she wanted and gave back an inane response. Then, she extended her hand farther.

“I completely forgot to dance with you.” She made a handsome smile while courteously taking up my hand like a prince. But since it was out of the blue, I wasn't able to muster a decent reaction.

“Huh?”

I stared at her with my mouth agape. Even she got a little embarrassed when she returned a shy smile. The gap from her handsome behavior to that of a maiden had me struck with a bit of dizziness.

When I stood there in surprise, she tugged at my hand for a response. I regained my senses and voiced the first thing that came to mind.

“Um, well, I've never really danced properly before, you know?”

“The same goes for me.”

She smiled, unconcerned, and smiled back. Then, she performed a large arc with our hands. She continued on to make haphazard steps without signaling the start of the dance.

There were no music, bouncing pin spot lights, laser lights, or smoke to garnish the moment; only Hiratsuka-sensei's humming. But with the combination of the loud and rhythmic sound of her heels and her upbeat tune, it felt more than enough.

It's not like we were any good at dancing. That's why, we'd suddenly jump into some choreography we saw at some point in the past, mimic dance steps that we couldn't possibly do, jokingly play with our jackets and even whistle.

This was really stupid... but it was a fun moment of stupidity.

In the instant our bodies came together, she let get of my hand as if to push me back and landed a graceful turn. The sudden push crumbled my balance and caused me to stumble. But before I could fall over, she grabbed my hand again and forcefully spun my body. And just as we were about to celebrate the moment, her heel dug right into my foot.

“Ouch...”

The sharp pain made me lose my balance, and this caused us to fall backwards on top of each other. My back struck the floor with Hiratsuka-sensei on top of me.

Her body was far lighter than I had ever imagined with a hefty weight to her soft parts. I wriggled in place when her uttered “ouch” tickled my ears. Her long hair brushed against my neck and face and made it hard for me to take a breath.

She slowly got up from our close entanglement to sit on the floor. Then, she combed her frazzled hair and grinned with the maturity of an adult.

“Lucky guy.”

“Um, I just had my foot stepped on, you know...?”

I sat up and caressed my tingling foot. I wish she wouldn't say stuff like that. Where's her tact?

Surely she was aware of how vulnerable a boy in puberty could be? Both my foot and my heart's in pain, you know? But that's OK, because I didn't actually lose anything. 

“Phew, I'm so tired. But I had so much fun.” She crossed her legs and rested her back against mine. She seemed to be fairly tired and was breathing heavily, likely from our messy dance. I didn't budge as her backrest while listening.

“In spite of what happened, this turned out to be a splendid event. Admittedly, I was a little concerned after you told them such a big lie...”

Her point of concern was in reference to that exchange in the reception room from the other day. I stuck to my guns and feigned ignorance about the direction of the joint prom. I didn't really lie, though. I merely played dumb. In similar fashion, I shrugged my shoulders. “I wasn't lying at all, just pretending.”

“You're a bad man.” She sighed and bumped her head against mine in a scolding manner. Though it didn't hurt, her long hair was a bit ticklish. It also smelled nice, so I found myself fidgeting. Then, she chuckled. “But I suppose that's just how you're choosing to spend your youth.”

“Come again?” I tilted my head at her curious wording.

She turned around and looked at me past her shoulder with a teasing smile on her face. “Ever heard of this? Youth is a lie, and an evil...”

She erected a finger and began reciting. I inclined my head at her words. When the realization hit me, I did a double take.

“Oh god, having to hear that now is super embarrassing... Please stop, seriously.”

I immediately threw my face into my hands. There's nothing more embarrassing than having something you had written in the past read right in front of you. It just made you want to die!

Hiratsuka-sensei broke into a laugh, but eventually stopped. Then, she asked me with a gentle voice. “How do you feel about this entire year? Did anything change?”

Her question made me recall of the things I wrote on that day.

The spine of the book was once so fresh and new to the point of excessive immaturity, but as time passed, the color was stained by the sun and lost its luster. However, it was still vivid enough to be called blue.

“Nothing changed...” I slowly paced my answer as if reflecting on the incredibly short, but unbelievably long year.

Hiratsuka-sensei bumped the back of her head again, seemingly finding that answer unacceptable.

“That was a bad question... Did you find the genuine thing you were looking for?”

This time, I didn't need any time to answer. After all, it was something Hiratsuka-sensei had taught me. I thought, struggled, and worried... My answer was obvious. I returned her head bump with a grin.

“Hard to say. It's not exactly supposed to be easy to find, right?”

“Someone's going to get angry hearing that. Maybe even cry in a corner somewhere.”

“What a pain... That sounds way too real, so please stop... Who are you even talking about, anyway? That's not it.”

“I see. You're right, that might not be it.” Her shoulders shook as she laughed. Then, she moved her lower body to sit beside me. “If your feelings for a single girl include things like empathy, superficiality, curiosity, pity, respect, and jealousy, I'm sure the word 'like' isn't enough.”

With her cheek in one hand, she folded each finger as she countered the emotions while looking at me.

“That's why, you can't seem to break up or go your separate ways. No matter how far you become or how much time passes, you're still drawn to each other. Perhaps, that's what it means to be genuine.”

“You think so? I don't really know.” I shrugged with a sarcastic smile. We would never truly know whether the choice we made was the correct one. Even now, our minds had doubts. However, I could never acknowledge a correct answer that someone insisted was the only one. “But that's why, we'll always continue to ask, because I'm sure the both of us won't believe in it that easily.”

“Rather off the mark, but you get a full score for your answer. You really aren't cute... but that's what makes you my best student.”

She ruffled my head with her hand and made a mess of my hair. While my head was being spun around, a static noise came from my earphone. After a few seconds, I could hear Yukinoshita.

“—Hikigaya-kun, can you come to the wooden terrace?”

I didn't answer immediately and turned to Hiratsuka-sensei.

“Sorry, there's still some work left, so I need to get going.”

“I see. I'll be on my way, then.”

She quickly got to her feet and offered her hand to pull me up. I shook my head with a smile and got up on my own. She slowly lowered her hand while wearing a lonely smile, but before she could bring it down all the way, I took her hand and squeezed it. Then, I bowed.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

Hiratsuka-sensei lost her voice for a moment, but when she realized it was a handshake, she laughed.

“Yeah, you really were a handful.” She slapped my hand and let go. Then, she thrust her hand into her pocket and had a bitter smile. “I suppose this is goodbye.”

“Goodbye, sensei.”

My mouth twisted and I gave her a somewhat mature smile. Seeing that, she nodded back in satisfaction and began walking to the entrance. As I burned the image of her taking one step, two step, and more steps away, I, too, turned my back. I gripped the microphone of my intercom and quickly responded.

“Sorry, I was occupied. I'll be right there.”

After a couple of moments, I was given a response of gratitude. I hurried my pace and headed in the opposite direction. As I began walking, I could hear the sounds of the clacking of her heels from behind. They suddenly stopped.

“Hikigaya.” I turned around when she called out to me, and she was looking at me over her shoulder. Then, she placed her hands to her mouth and yelled. “Explode, riajuu!”

“That's old, you know. Are you from ten years ago?” I retorted and began walking again. But after a couple of steps, I turned.

Hiratsuka-sensei wore her coat and had her back faced to me. She took defining steps, the sound of her heels audible, and continued on with beautiful, decisive steps. Even though she wasn't even looking at me as I watched her, she raised her hand without a word.

I bowed in response and turned back. And this time, I ran to where she was. 

9-4

After leaving the dance floor, I made my way to the wooden terrace. The dark of night had already enveloped the world outside, and even the ocean view was just flickering with lights from boats in the distant horizon. But in spite of the ocean's poor visibility, the night view of the Tokyo seaside area along the coastline on the right and the night view of the industrial area between Tokyo and Chiba on the left were a sight to behold.

I looked around for Yukinoshita and found her organizing documents near the fireplace in the center of the wooden terrace. It was the only place that appeared warm in light of the growing, chilly wind. A bonfire in the shape of an umbrella was lit in the fireplace. Every spark of the fire illuminated Yukinoshita's white and slender countenance and strengthened the magical presence she would have more than usual.

I would've loved to watch her like that forever, but the popping sound of the firewood caused her to lift her face. Once she noticed me, her illuminated cheeks loosened to form a smile at her lips.

“Oh, Hikigaya-kun, hello.”

“Hey. Sorry for the wait,” I said, walking to her. There, she lifted her hand to stop me.

“Wait, first of all, have a look at your feet.”

“Huh? My feet...”

The only thing I could see was a floor mat covered in sand and nothing else... Umm, is this some kind of puzzle?

When I made a confused look, she sighed. She tapped the documents against the table to organize them and carried them over to me. Then, she pinned down her skirt and crouched to slide her finger across the floor. She got up and presented her fingers.

“Look. See how much sand there is?”

“Uh-huh...”

Okay... I could only give her an affirmative. What? Was shis some kind of mother-in-law rehearsal or something? She used a wet tissue to wipe her finger and then placed it on her temple.

“Remember what I said? To avoid getting any sand into the hall? And to switch out the floor mats?”

“Ohh...”

You sure did, yep. Of course, I was way too busy, though. Instead of responding, I made a disgruntled face.

Did she call me here just for a lecture? That magical presence she had earlier was gone like the wind and leaving only reality in front of me. Yukinoshita who was fragile in nature had less of a maternal attiude and more of a strict mother-in-law. She rested her hand on her waist and chided me in a very calm manner.

“Now that you know, please clean that up before we leave.”

“Okay...”

I hung my head and nodded. I turned around and right before I could search for a broom, she interjected, sounding as if she had more to say. I looked back, reluctantly wondering if there was more, and she had her hand touching her chin.

“Can you check the waiting room while you're at it? Only our belongings should be in there, but I just want to make sure. I need to finish wrapping up the payments for the extra orders we made and return the keys. Thank you.”

“R-Right... And I got more work... Okay, right, roger that.”

Once these jobs were done with, I would finally be free, and that means we could finally pack up and leave. The joint prom that was felt simultaneously long and short would at least be over. The night view coupled with the night breeze that caressed my cheeks left me with a profound feeling.

In that moment, Yukinoshita caressed her lips and once again, added further. “Also... do you mind meeting in front of the entrance after we finish up here? If you could check the parking lot, that would help. If there's still people around, let them know.”

“Got it...” I said, an unpleasant premonition creeping up on me. Was this one of those crappy conversational ways to dump more work on me? I shivered at the thought, but unexpectedly, she spoke up again in a smaller voice as if something had come to mind.

“And...”

“You still have more? Can we stop now? This is good enough, right?” I said, annoyed.

Then, she took one step closer, looking docile. “No, I want to make I tell you this last one.”

After prefacing her intentions, she broke eye contact and coughed. She was talking so much earlier, but now she was sucking in her lips. Just when I thought she was going to say something, she would take deep breaths while squeezing the documents in her hands and hugging it to her chest.

After pulling her gaze upwards, she looked straight at me with her beautiful eyes and utter her words with a quiet, but pronounced voice.

“Hikigaya-kun, I love you.”

I froze in place from her sudden declaration, and she made a bashful smile. Her cheeks were dyed with pink and used her documents to obscure them. She made furtive glances at me to see my reaction, but eventually finding the silence unbearable, she retreated backwards. Before I could even answer, she fled in a hurry.

Hey, you can't be serious? She's such a pain. What am I supposed to do if she just runs off like that? What's her deal? Or what, am I supposed to formally tell her how I feel some other time? That's way too hard, seriously. Man, she's so much trouble.

—But it's that insanely troublesome part about her that made her so insanely cute.



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