Introduction
" Hayasaka Akari..."
Mochizuki Souta, who was left alone in the classroom after school, called out her name in a small voice.
The heat that spreads through his chest just because of that, his mouth shook.
What would her face look like if I call her name?
What would she think?
What kind of reply would she give?
[If it's Akarin ...]
Crouching beside his desk, while looking at his face...
"What is it?"
[I wonder if she would hear it...]
In reality, I have no courage to even call your name.
Every day, I imagine all these imaginations.
Even now too.
Reaching out to her as she looks up with strange expression.
He touched her gently, her cheeks were soft and a subtle warmth came.
[Aah, it's indeed Akarin...]
Just staring at you and calling your name.
『See... I'm in love with you once again. 』
Souta smiled gently, wrapping Akari's cheeks in his palm.
Her name is Akari Hayasaka.
[The person who "I" like for the first time.] (Souta)
[The person who first confessed to “me”.] (Akari)
"I have something to talk about. Today after school, at 4:10, in this classroom ..."
The reply to the vague confession.
『Am I not good enough? 』
The answer for that day is---
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