MTL: Dexter
FTL(Hardest Part): KayL
TLC/Editor: Alisa
Final Editors: G-String
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12
And so, the afternoon of the following day arrived.
I, Nanase Yuzuki, adorned in my uniform, was making my way to the entrance.
Yesterday, after that, I had completed the pasta in place of the shaken kouhai. All three of us ate it in silence, and then I accompanied Kureha home.
In the middle of the night, a long apology text arrived from Uchi. She must have composed an even longer message for Chitose and Kureha, perhaps the former called her back on the phone.
In the morning classroom, not quite acting as if nothing had happened, Chitose, me, and Uchi interacted just like usual.
Then, almost as a mark of her apology, she offered me a handmade bento, saying that if I hadn’t brought lunch myself, I could eaten it after club activities. One for Chitose, one for me, and one for Kureha. I believed she must have woken up really early, or maybe she couldn’t sleep at all. At lunchtime, it seemed like she went all the way to the first-year classroom to deliver it.
I was surprised to see Uchi, always so calm and kind, showed her emotions yesterday. She must have cherished that house and that place so deeply.
Understanding those feelings all too well, it was painful, heart-wrenching, and frustrating.
Still, I think. Because I wasn’t her partner, it was hard to say this face-to-face, but it was still Uchi’s fault yesterday.
After all, it was with Uchi’s consent that Kureha started cooking, and Chitose had entrusted the decision to her.
Tap, tap, tap, the entrance was drawing near.
Recently, something among us had not been aligning. We were all entangled in a daydream, disjointed and out of sync.
Perhaps, September was beckoning.
Pausing everyone between summer and autumn, like urging us to face our love who wanted to take it slowly.
Leaning against the shoe lockers, just as I had expected, I caught sight of a familiar figure.
A smile tugged at my lips.
And in our September, as always,
“Oh, Yuzuki-san!”
There was a beautiful kouhai girl.
When Kureha, with an innocent face, rushed over, I opened my mouth;
“Chitose has already gone home, and we won’t be heading to the café near the station.”
“Huh…?”
Last night, while walking Kureha home, I told a small lie. I mentioned that I’d have a cheering meeting with Chitose at the café in front of the station today.
Because I had a feeling this girl would appear if I said that.
Of course, I hadn’t actually made such an arrangement. I had been informed that Tōdō would be coming by, and even though I told Haru that I might be a little late, I would head to the club activities after this.
As for Chitose, I had given him some errands and promptly sent him out of school.
Kureha’s face lightened up with an innocent smile. “What a shame, I was actually thinking of intruding too.”
This is it, I think. Chitose, everyone, surely───
“Kureha, can we talk for a moment?”
“Yes! Of course!”
And so, the two of us exchanged smiles and ascended the stairs of the school building.
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