We met after school in the library.
Sayo took out her notebook, and everything seemed to be calm.
"That's the problem," she said, leaning slightly closer to me than she needed to.
I started to explain, trying to ignore it.
But from time to time, her gaze lingered on me longer than it should have.
"Do you really understand all this?" — She asked when I finished.
- Well... yes. I'm just used to it.
"You're amazing, Kurume.
I looked away. Such words sounded strange from her. It's unusual.
- thanks. If anything, you can still ask.
"I'll definitely ask," she said with a slight smile.
Later, on the way home
I was walking alone.
Miyako did not write.
I almost called her, but decided to wait. Maybe she's busy.
She usually wrote first.
Morning of the next day
I entered the classroom, as I always do.
He looked at his place. There was no one nearby.
Miyako didn't come.
I sat down and took out my textbook.
A couple of minutes passed, and suddenly:
—Good morning," Sayo came over and sat next to him.
I froze.
—Um... you…
"Miyako's not here," she said matter—of—factly. — The place is free.
She smiled.
Too calm.
Too confident.
I looked towards the door.
It never opened.