This question....
Hanamaru Hanabi turned her head, her face flushed, burying her head deeply, her eyes fixed on the small hand clutching the bag in front of her pleated skirt.
Her bright eyes fluttered under the light, seemingly too embarrassed to bring up the topic, as quiet as a snail crawling on a leaf in spring.
She gently tucked her hair behind her ear and said in a soft, weak voice:
"That classmate... is named Terai Hidekazu, he's in the second-year third class. He has been putting notes in my shoe locker for a long time. I've never seen him before, and I didn't know anyone would like me..."
"Hanabi... has always been so awkward..."
Her words came to an abrupt stop, and Hanamaru Hanabi fell silent again. The evening's cool breeze blew over both of them, making Uesugi Sakura's weary mind a bit clearer.
"Was it Ayaka who helped you reject him before?" Uesugi Sakura asked as the two of them stepped onto the narrow footbridge.
