The Neat and Pretty Girl at My New School Is a Childhood Friend of Mine Who I Thought Was a Boy (WN)

eetness in a desperate attempt to hide their embarrassment.

　Such a sight jumps into each other’s eyes.

 

“…Kuku.”

“…Pfft.”

“What the hell are we doing?”

“We’re so stupid.”

“Haha~.”

“Ahaha.”

 

　They found it irresistibly funny.

　Before they knew it, they were looking at each other and laughing, just like when they were kids.

 

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　An hour later, with their stomachs full, Hayato and Haruki ended up leaving the restaurant without singing once, partly because of the indescribable atmosphere.

　In front of Hayato’s eyes, “Ngghh~!”, as Haruki stretched.

　Which seemed to reset the mood and gave him a sense of déjà vu.

 

(Well, in the past, even if we had a fight, we used to play it off the next day like it didn’t happen.)

 

　Remembering this, he reaffirmed their unchanged relationship, which made him chuckle.

 

“Hmm? What’s up?”

“Well, you know, it was the first time we went to a karaoke bar and we didn’t even sing anything.”

“Oh, that’s right.
We just had lunch after all.”

“Haha, well, maybe next time.”

“…..Ah.
Yeah, that’s right, next time!

 

　Haruki’s eyes fluttered and she looked happy.

　Then she stared at Hayato’s face and tilted her head.

　Even though it was Haruki, Hayato felt uncomfortable when she was staring at him so intently.
He furrowed his brows and stared back.

 

“What is it?”

“Hayato is a boy, right?”

“What? What are you even saying?”

“Just now, I was wondering if what we are or we’re… on that kind now! But! Hayato is Hayato, and I’m me, and so… what the hell are we?” [TLN: Err, I tried my best, doing this sentence kekw.]

“…That is difficult.”

“Yeah, it’s hard.”

 

　They both tilted their heads.

　Haruki had a good point.

　It was a strange relationship when they thought about it.

　The height, the shape of the body, the size of the palm of the hand… There are many things that have changed since the past, and there are many things that confuse them.

 

　However, he can’t help but be confused, as if the relationship is still the same.

　There are many things that have changed since the past, and there are many things that confuse him.

　So, Hayato and Haruki were still the same old Hayato and Haruki.

 

“Still, we are what we are, right?”

“We are what we are, huh…”

 

　They laughed at each other with troubled faces, saying such things.
Unbeknownst to him, Hayato was holding Haruki’s hand, just as he had done in the past.

　It was a completely unconscious action.

　It’s an ingrained habit, you could say.

　Haruki reacted with a twitch from the linked hands, and Hayato finally realized that he had held hands with her.

　When a man and woman of his or her age hold hands for no reason or reason at all, it takes on a special meaning.

 

“…Ah.”

“…Ngh.”

 

　Hayato noticed this and tried to pull his hand away, but Haruki squeezed his hand in return, and although Hayato was confused, he could tell from the palm of his hand that he wanted to keep it that way.

　Is that okay? When he looked at Haruki’s expression, she nodded her head, her ears and neck turning red.
Then, without looking at each other, he turned away and whispered in a resentful voice.

 

“Really, I’ve always been pushed around by Hayato…”

“What? If anything, I’ve been pushed around by you more than myself.
Physically speaking.”

“Ah, mou, I don’t know anymore! Look, there’s a bunch of people over there.
Let’s go!”

“Hey, wait!”

 

　Haruki then pulled him towards the crowd of people.

 

(Clearly I’m the one that’s being pushed around, aren’t I?)

 

　Hayato thought about this as he was being pulled along.

　It seems to him that this is an indication of a relationship that has never changed.

 

　He felt like he was bringing back something he had once let go of, a void that had been severed.

 

“……………………Eh?”

“Haruki?”

 

　A crowd of people gathered.
A destination that attracted the attention of many people.

　Haruki’s face faded to a pitiful pallor when she saw the person at the end of the crowd, and she froze.

 

　Nothing stays the same― this was something that Hayato and the others knew very well.

　The clouds were drifting away in the city sky, just like in the countryside.

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