"You're with him all the time," said Hana, Miyako's classmate and friend, at recess. "I'm getting worried, Miyako.
"What do you mean?" Miyako looked up from her textbook.
"In the sense that you are.".. Not like this when he's around.
Miyako was embarrassed.
She had known for a long time that she behaved differently with Kurume. Take it easy. Softer. But hearing it from someone else was unexpected.
— Is it bad?
- no. Hana chuckled. "It's simple... suspiciously cute.
Meanwhile, Kurume
—You and Miyako, huh?" said Takao, putting his hands behind his head. — Will you pretend for a long time that you are just desk partners?
"What makes you think that?"
— Brother. I've seen the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you. If looks could hug, you would already be raising children.
Kurume chuckled, but his insides ached.
Is it really that noticeable?..
—What do you want me to do?"
Takao shrugged his shoulders. — Just don't miss the moment. Girls won't always be patient.
Especially people like her.
After school
Hana approached Miyako at the lockers.
"Do you like him?"
"Who?"
"Don't joke. You know.
Miyako stopped talking.
And then, for the first time, she nodded.
Silently. A slight movement of the head.
But there's a storm inside.
Hana smiled.
"Then tell him first." Before someone else decides he's free.
The last scene
During recess, Miyako stared at Kurume for a long time.
He was scribbling something in a notebook, concentrating.
She took a deep breath.…
She was about to call out his name, not his last name.
But a new student entered the class.
With a blond braid.
With a bright smile.
With a neon bow.
— My name is Sayo.
Miyako stopped talking.
And suddenly her heart sank.