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The cultural festival was over, and it is now the end of November, when the rush that had continued until then finally settled down.
When he heard the rumor that Akari Hayasaka was called out by a boy, Souta, who became restless, jumped out of the classroom as soon as lunch break came.
Akari, Souta's unrequited love, is an idol on campus and her being confessed to is not uncommon. She's cute, always smiling, and talented. Many boys yearn for her, regardless of the grade they are in.
As a matter of fact, Souta saw Akari on the day of the entrance ceremony and fell in love with her instantly.
Even though he thinks of her more than anyone else, for now he just stops as a friend.
Still, has he made a little progress compared to when he couldn't speak to her?
He was invited by Akari to eat cakes and ice cream and exchanged contacts.
However, he is not her "boyfriend", so going out with her was not considered a "date".
For Akari, Souta is still a "friend."
So even though she's being called out by a boy, he may not be eligible to feel jealous like this, but he still cares about who she cares about.
When he went to the back of the gymnasium, a crowd had already gathered.
Everyone had probably come to see a reckless boy confessing to Akari.
A half-joking chilling voice flew around.
"Hayasaka-san, do you have someone you like!?''
While listening to the boy who confessed to Akari drastically, Souta placed his hand on his restless chest
"I can’t keep calm at all..."
This was not the first time that he found it difficult to look at her secretly, other than encountering the scene of Akari's confession.
Even if he knew that Akari would refuse, it is still bad for his heart.
When he checked, Akari was thinking with a troubled face.
"The person I like?"
"What kind of guy do you like or your favorite type!"
Schoolboys ask one after another. The other students who gathered for this were also curious.
Souta, who was hiding behind the wall of the gymnasium, was listening unconsciously and nervously.
"Hmm ... I don't know… unless I go out with that person."
Akari responded by pressing her index finger against her chin.
Not having expected such a response, the boys were fuzzy as if they were mad.
[Speaking of which, Akarin said the person who she came to like would become her type.]
He recalled what Akari talked to her friends during the physical education class.
By the way, he recalled his bitter memory of being hit by the soccer ball on his face when he was distracted by Akari.
"Then, I have to get back to the classroom."
"Ah, wait ..."
Such a conversation was heard in Souta's ear.
Akari bowed to the panicking schoolboy.
This is almost as if she hasn’t answered. The boy dropping his shoulders was comforted by people around him.
It's normal for Akari not to reply to her confession.
On the one hand, he was relieved, but he couldn't help but reflect on himself.
Souta was also one of the boys who confessed to Akari.
The response of his confession at that time has not been clearly received.
I want to make sure. I have that feeling. However.
When he turned his face down and looked down, he was suddenly called out,
"Mochizuki-kun."
"Ah, Aka…!"
[Akarin!]
He almost uttered the nickname he calls her in his heart, but he then says
"Hayasaka-san!"
Akari stood beside him with rounded eyes and laughed.
"What are you doing? ''
“Eh !?”
[I heard that Akarin is confessed to and ran here.... There's no way I can say anything like that! ! ]
"I’m going to have lunch ..."
He answered while smiling awkwardly, but he came out of the classroom in a hurry, so he didn't bring anything like lunch.
He was confused by his obvious excuses. By all means, he is the same as the other boys.
Akari glances at Souta's hand and then tilts her head,
"Really?"
"That's right! I’m… about to go... buy it ..."
Akari’s eyes with the happy colors took a peek at his face, so he got caught up in it,
"Ugh".
[Ugh... She's too cute for me to see her directly!]
He turned his gaze away while thinking so, but he was soon drawn back again.
"Is Hayasaka-san’s business over?"
"It seems so."
Akari looked at the boys.
Unexpectedly, he was noticed by the boy who confessed and the boys in the gymnasium.
"Who is he?"
"Oh, third years ..."
"Why, with Hayasaka?"
After hearing such a conversation, Souta was thrilled.
The curious and jealous gazes hurt so much, that he was only able to get out of the spot after quickly saying, "Well, see you!"
[Isn't it unnatural ...?]
Looking back, once, Akari was still looking off with a clouded expression.
In such situations, he really wants to be close by her.
He wanted to stand next to her without anybody feeling down.
He wanted to be such a partner.
Nevertheless, he always took a step away from her himself.
Souta himself knew the reason the most.
[Unsuitable].
Akari for Souta, as well as many boys, is a Takamine flower (untouchable flower).
It did not changed before or after confession.
Returning to the school building.
The cherry tree beside it had completely dropped its leaves and was looking up at the cold sky.
Waiting quietly for the change of season.
【If this continues‥‥】
I wonder if the spring of graduation will come without any change or progress.
When he thought so, his chest seemed to tighten, and I looked down a little.
* * + * +
After school, after completing an errand in the staff room, Souta checked his cell phone while walking through a quiet corridor.
"I don't want to contact her ..."
Until the school festival, Akari sometimes asked him, "Would you like to eat cake together?"
Recently, that has ceased.
She decided to take an exam at a famous art university, and stayed in school until late, apparently practicing drawing under the guidance of her advisor, Matsukawa-sensei.
I heard that she started going to a preparatory school specializing for art college several times a week.
I guess Akari is serious because people around her have high expectations.
[Akarin, are you still in the art room today?]
Souta stared at the end of the dark hallway as he hesitated.
Since the sun set earlier, the outside was dark after 5 o'clock.
Under the light of white fluorescent lights, only footsteps of Souta resonated.
In the meantime, the plate of the art room can be seen at the end of the corridor.
The door remained open, but the lights in the room seemed to be out.
Souta muttered, "Eh?" And stopped in front of the door.
[Is there nobody ...?]
Akari sat down alone in the room where the light shines.
Souta is surprised at that figure.
She leaned over the canvas on the easel by the window and moved her brush involuntarily.
He could only see her back but she was probably so concentrated that she didn't even notice that it's time to go home.
There is an overlapping memory in that figure.
Around July of the first grade. It was just before summer vacation.
When he passed by the front of the art room, he saw a canvas standing by the window, just as he did today.
With the branch stretched vigorously toward the blue sky, the cherry blossoms blooming proudly scattered.
In front of him, Akari was standing like a picture, Souta’s breath was taken away.
He couldn't break the soft air and silence wrapping around her, and just stood there breathing in, staring at her back for a while.
'Hayasaka Akari'
He heard that it was her name from Natsuki, from the same art club.
He passed by her in the hallway. What he saw when he came to school...
She was just laughing happily.
I have never seen her with a clouded expression or a sad face.
He couldn't imagine such a look because it didn't suit Akari.
At the entrance ceremony, he seemed to fall in love with her after seeing her for the first time, but he were spending no time talking to her.
He couldn't find courage anywhere in himself, only staring at her like looking at a heroine in a movie screen. He was satisfied with that alone.
I am a spectator, just a spectator.
I can not reach even if I reaches for her.
That's the existence he has decided for himself.
He first talked to her when he was in third grade.
In front of the door of the classroom, a dialogue that he unintentionally spoke to her face-to-face.
"Good morning! You have a bed hair!"
As soon as he noticed who he was talking to, he was embarrassed.
"It... is... here..."
Right, he told her to fix it, but the last part was just him muffling and hardly verbal.
Akari turned red and when suddenly asked to check her hair. And then-
"Naisho! (It’s a secret!)"
She smiled spontaneously while pressing her index finger against her lips.
At that moment, Souta felt hot blood circling throughout his body.
It was then that he realized he was in the same world as her, in the same screen, and that he was not just an audience.
She will respond if I speak to her. Reach out and she'll be within reach.
Even now. She will turn around if I speak out.
However, he stopped at the door and hesitated.
[Really ... I want to be together more]
I want to go to a cafe, or a cake shop with you, have silly conversations, and laugh together.
I want to exchange messages. It doesn't matter how sloppy it is.
But it's just his one-sided selfishness.
He knows how important it (the exam) is for Akari.
Souta turned his back so that she didn't notice, and gently left.
Right now, he didn't want to get in the way of Akari.
* * + * +
On the morning of the new week, Souta, walking down the hall with a pack of juice, suddenly stopped while looking at the courtyard.
Second-year and first-year gardeners was cleaning the fallen leaves around the flowerbed.
Some of them are Kotarou and Hina.
It was Koiyuki who was taking care of that flowerbed alone. However, he seemed to have decided to retire after the Cultural Festival, leaving the care of the flower beds to juniors.
Souta looked back at the gardening club members who were working happily for a while.
The wind that blew through was cold, it was a sign of winter.
It's been more than a month since he confessed to Akari, but he still haven't got his answer yet.
[It hasn't been mentioned yet ...]
Souta muttered in his heart to tell himself.
However, actually, he almost reaches the answer.
The reason why Akari doesn't reply is probably because of her kindness. Yeah, she wasn't the one who would never think about that.
Souta is Natsuki's childhood friend, and Natsuki is Akari's best friend. When she denies her best friend's childhood friend, she would be uncomfortable around Natsuki. So, "I'm sorry" could not be said clearly.
The more he thought, the more he thought that was it.
"I guess ... I'm not good enough..."
He almost let a sigh spilled out of his mouth.
The one fitting for a heroine is a hero who can be cool, with enough patience, and can rush to her side as soon as she gets into a pinch.
Nobody would be convinced of a partner who couldn't be confident and is always jealous.
[I have... my feelings but...]
My feelings are so strong that I won't lose to anyone.
If Akari relies on me, I'll do anything I can.
If you need my help, I'll run to wherever you are.
I will talk to you whenever you need, I'll be with you when you are in pain.
I won’t ever make you feel sad and will make sure to always make you laugh.
All my commitments at the time of my confession are serious. I want to make you happy with all my might.
However, even if she is in trouble, she doesn't tell Souta or asks for help.
She won’t ever complain, not even once.
"Do you have any problems? Do you have anything you want me to do?''
She would just laugh and say, "I'm fine," even when I ask her.
[It's just me who needs it ...]
Souta, who was thinking about that kind of thing, heard a voice saying, "Mochizuki-kun."
When he turned around, Akari was standing at the entrance of the corridor.
She's just arrived at school, and still kept her bag on.
"Hayasaka-san ... Good morning!"
Souta hurried and made a smile as usual.
When Akari came near, she replied, "Good morning."
And then she looked down a little hesitantly.
"Ah, Mochizuki-kun. After school today... are you free?"
"Today? Eh, ok… it's okay. I’m free."
"I'm glad. I'll be waiting for you in the art room."
Akari joined her hands imediately and said so in a reassuring voice.
After that, she turned over and walked lightly into the school building.
''What is it? ''
I'm glad I was called by Akari. However, I was afraid to go to the art room and suddenly worried.
[It’s not a confession reply, right?]
As soon as he thought of that, his heart rate rose, and Souta looked at the entrance of the corridor.
Akari wasn't there anymore.
* * + * +
[No, my heart hurts]
All day long, he felt so painful like he was being squeezed.
Even during the classic literature class, he probably had a very blue face.
Akechi-sensei asked, "Mochizuki, are you okay? If you want to go to the infirmary, you can go!” And was seriously worried.
After the class, Souta headed to the art room while reminiscing his promise to Akari, going by the wall of the hallway as he approached.
"What should I do? If she says 'I'm sorry', I'll faint."
Looking down the corridor, the art room is right there.
The two words "broken heart” crossed over his head.
At that time, how should I act?
I don't feel like coming to a new love.
"Nobody loves Akarin more than... I do..."
This is surely once in a lifetime. Such a love.
[But no matter what the result is, it must be taken properly ...]
In that case, if she says something, Souta breathed out and then raised his face.
I wasn't rejected right away, so I’m sure it’s a bit better.
In front of the art room, he looked down to calm down.
"Hayasaka-san, thanks for waiting!"
After giving up and entering the art room, Akari, standing by the window, looked back.
She was looking at him, holding one hand in front of her chest.
She called out "Ah, Mochizuki-kun ..."
The reason why the interior of the room was dark is that the curtains were all down.
"Oh, Anou, etto…!"
What should I say at such time?
He wandered his gaze around without thinking immediately.
Akari was not able to say it and she didn’t look directly into his eyes.
This is a reply to a confession, surely.
[Is it really over... now…]
With that in mind, Souta was looking down at once.
If so, don't look sad and smile with a smile.
Akari looked up when she tried to open her mouth.
"Oh, that, Mochizuki-kun!"
"Y, yes ..."
"I have a request for Mochizuki!''
He stepped away from Akari, who is staring at him seriously shy, and his feet retreated.
Souta then leaned back lightly while holding both hands on the workbench.
"‥‥What?"
It was during that time that his voice came out of his mouth.
[Response to the confession……?]
Akari was hesitant, and struggled to say something while holding both hands.
"Aka… No… Hayasaka-san? ''
"That ... Mochizuki-kun ..."
The feelings of Akari who took a deep breath rose a little.
Then, as if drastically.
"I want Mochizuki to take off your uniform!"
"Yes, I’ll do it! ''
Souta responded to her with a light voice.
Then look at Akari.
"What… eh?"
[Take off my uniform ...?]
Akari closed her eyes while reddening her cheeks.
【‥‥ uniforms】
"Eh ... Eeeeeehhhhhhh ...”
The voice of Souta shouting astonishedly echoed not only in the art room but also in the corridor.
* * + * +
[Is this a delightful situation ... or a sad one? …]
Souta, sitting on a chair, thought seriously while supporting his chin with one hand.
Akari said, "I want Mochizuki-kun to take off your uniforms!", So he was surprised enough to fell back down, but it was nothing like he imagined.
She just wanted him to be her drawing model.
And he only needed to take off his blazer.
"Is it not okay?"
Akari was watching quietly,
"It's okay. Absolutely okay! ''
He answered with his mouth before thinking it through.
[Haa... what did I misunderstand?]
Self-assured that it was a reply to a confession.
Hands move to the reddened face because everything happened today is so strange.
"Mochizuki-kun, don't move."
"Sorry, sorry!"
Souta made a serious expression when he hurriedly moved back to his original hand position.
He stayed in that position for a while, but he was worried about Akari and his gaze moved.
Akari ran a pencil while holding a croquis book in her arm.
That hand doesn't stop at any moment.
Although he had to look down, Souta couldn't keep his eyes from moving toward her.
The expression of her drawing looks much more mature in his heart.
The word "beautiful" would be more appropriate than "cute".
He saw her unusual expression, and he became restless.
Right now, there are only two people in this art room.
Unexpectedly, we were spending time with each other, so I would never be so lucky again.
However, unfortunately, Souta could not move. He had been in this position for about thirty minutes, his arms were numb, and his legs were trembling wiggly.
[It's for Akarin. Endure it.]
Was what he tolf himself and endured some time ago.
She is so concentrated now; I can't give up before her.
[Is this something useful that I can do for the time being ...?]
Akari stopped her hand and pressed the pencil against her chin.
She was thinking for a while as if being lost.
To be honest, Souta was a little relieved that this was not the day of the confession's reply.
Right now, I can still be with her.
[Am I… not good enough?]
The word he told her the day he confessed.
He asked many times in his heart.
Each time, his chest is tightened, and he is suffocated.
Akari, what do you really think?
She doesn't show her feelings and is always in a smile.
Therefore, it was difficult to find out what she really thought of Souta, through her attitude and words.
[She’s not good at expressing her feelings into words ...]
When ordering a picture of a graduation film, Souta was the bridge for the film research Club and her.
Akari seemed to be quite worried because the requested painting did not go well.
"Why?"
Souta asked that many times, but Akari just stayed silenced although being troubled.
[But Akarin finally arrived at the correct answer herself.]
When he saw the picture that Akari brought and said "I'm sorry to be late."
What she was trying to find times after times was “this”.
Souta unconsciously became hot on his eyes.
Her heart is complex and colorful. Her various emotions are overflowing, and it seems like there’s a lot of more to it. He realized that was really who Akari was.
She's not good at communicating with words, not because she doesn’t know how.
With the simple things like words, she can't properly convey her feelings.
By expressing through painting, she can tell others how she feels and her view.
In the truest sense, the only way Akari can convey her heart is through painting.
It’s the same as that time. The confession’s reply may not have reach me yet because she is still looking for some way to express it.
I’ll just have to wait silently until she finds it.
No matter how long it takes.
[I’ve prepared myself for the long game ...]
However, the reality is that once we graduate, there will be almost no way for us to contact with each other.
In that case, our separation would be quite possible.
Souta said in a small voice, "Hmm ..." In this case, the "thinking person" pose exactly suit him.
" ... Mochizuki-kun ... Thank you."
After a long time, his shirt is pulled.
Looking at Akari peeking into his face, Souta shouted out loud, "Uwaaa!"
And then, he fell down from the chair making ‘dotan’ noise.
It was quite painful and he let out his voice saying, "Ouch!"
"Are you okay?"
To Akari, whose eyes are rounded, he somehow answered, "I'm OK."
In the meantime, Akari was fixing the fallen chair.
"Drawing, did you finish?"
Akari picked up the croquis book she had on her chair and answered, "Yes."
[How would the drawing of me look? I hope I don't have a sad face ...]
"Ah ... can I see it?"
When asked, Akari raised her Croquis Book in front of her face.
The page had a picture of a Souta doll jumping out of the surprise box.
"What's this?"
[Akarin, with such a serious face, drew this! ? ]
The three-dimensional feeling of the box, the texture of the doll, and the shading is real. It is really a masterpiece.
Akari is laughing while hiding her face halfway in the Croquis Book.
"Just kidding."
"Eh, kid…ding?"
As she stirred, she lowered her Croquis book a bit and sticked out her tongue.
Sora's heart was staggered by such a mischievous smile, and his mind seemed to wander.
He just wanted to praise himself for keeping it together.
[If I can see such Akarin, I will do something like being a bronze statue!]
He would forgive her even if he knew she were teasing him. He thought so.
"The real one is, here ..."
Akari turned over one page of the Croquis book and showed him a drawing.
When he see it, Souta's mouth utters a small voice.
[This is... me?]
Souta is still sitting in a chair. But he was so calm and gentle that he couldn't think this is him.
Although he should have been posing as a "Thinking person," Souta is facing his face forward.
The thing he was staring at with his narrowed eyes was Akari, though she is not drawn here.
His eyes are passionately heated.
To Akari, who was eagerly drawing, he sometimes looked softly over.
Akari was looking down at the Croquis book, so he thought she hadn't noticed, but she seemed to have known it all along.
[I was making… such a face ...!]
Souta could feel that his face turned red, and he pressed his hand onto his face to hide it.
Did he stare at Akari with such a face?
It's such a clear and expressive emotion.
[Akarin, you thought I was a strange guy, right? Uwaa ~ I want to disappear! ! ]
Akari shook her head, saying, "Mochizuki-kun?"
"That's… Hayasaka-san! That picture ... Can you give it to me?"
Souta looked up suddenly.
It was drawn by Akari, and I'm not dissatisfied with the picture itself.
Rather, it looked much better than how I actually look in a mirror.
I'm glad it is, but I shouldn't leave this embarrassing face in her hand.
Akari blinked and thought for a moment, staring at the Croquis Book.
"Eh… I don’t think I can."
"Eh !?"
"Is this one ok?"
Akari tears off one of the pages.
What was presented is a drawing of a surprise box with Souta doll.
"This one...?"
When Souta received the picture, he smiled bitterly.
Akari, who closed the Croquis book, was holding it with great care.
[I, the picture... Now, It’s in the middle of Akarin's arm ... What are you even jealous of, me?]
He was so amazed at himself that he sighed.
Akari put her croquis book and drawing utensils in a bag and faced Souta.
"Let's go home"
"Eh, together !?"
"Did you have any other plan? ''
"No, there is no plan at all! ''
Souta shook his head and hands together.
"I'm glad. I want to thank you for helping me as a model for drawing, by having cakes together."
"That's okay. I didn't do anything worth being thanked, I just sat down!"
"No, I’ll buy you something to eat today."
Akari was in a good mood and started walking.
Souta held his hand behind his head and after being a little lost followed her.
* * + * +
Akari guided him to a cafe off the main street near the station.
When sitting in the corner seat, Souta ordered a gateau chocolate and coffee recommended by Akari.
She ordered the same thing.
[It's a shop that Akarin seems to like...]
Souta looked around the store while holding the water glass that has been brought in his hands.
With simple decorations, the piano songs were being played at a volume that would not interfere anyone.
In the meantime, the order is delivered.
"The cakes and chocolates here are rich, moist and are my favorites."
Carrying the cake, cutting it with a fork, putting it into her mouth, Akari is eating deliciously.
She really likes it. Just looking at her can make Souta feel happy.
He grabbed his own plate and ate a bite of the cake. The outsides were crispy, the insides were moist, and the mouthfeel was so smooth and delicious.
The bitter chocolate flavor goes well with the cream that was served.
Souta's favorite was that the sweetness was not overpowering.
[Hmm ... As expected of the shop recommended by Akarin ...]
This may be the tastiest gateau chocolates I have eaten up until now.
Satisfied, Souta brought a cup of coffee to his mouth.
When he looked up, Akari stared at him saying, "How was it?"
"Ah, yeah. It's so delicious!"
It’s frustrating that only such an ordinary impression comes out.
"I'm glad ... I know Mochizuki-kun would definitely like it."
"I would like it?"
"You like simple cakes, right?"
Souta was surprised by Akari's casual words.
I've been to cake shops and cafes several times with her, but I've never talked about what kind of sweets I like.
[She noticed it huh... ]
She chose this shop and this cake today for Souta.
I'm so happy that I’m all smiling now.
"Thank you for helping me out today."
Akari returned the cup to the saucer and bowed.
"Well, uh ... Me too!"
[Rather, I want to thank you for inviting me.]
If Akari didn't call, he wouldn't have been able to spend time together with her like this today.
"Thank you, I was saved. I was looking for someone to be my drawing model, but I could not find anyone... I could only ask Mochizuki-kun."
Akari looks while her hands were held together.
[Well, that means ...? Wait, I can't expect too much. It may just be that I’m easy for her to ask.]
Souta poured plenty of milk into the coffee as a habit while thinking, "Hmm ..."
The hand stopped suddenly while bringing the cup to his mouth.
"If it's a drawing model, you should have asked for Natsuki or Aida..."
Even if she couldn't do it because she had to study for the exam, Natsuki would have been happy to help her.
"Oh, that's... I want a man to be the model this time. For Miou-chan and Nachan-chan, I've been drawing them many times during the art club. And men and women, their skeletons and muscles are different, right? "
"Ah yeah ... If you put it like that."
"Can you open your hands, Mochizuki-kun? ''
Akari said, Souta opened his hand without knowing why.
Akari's hand overlapped his hand, so he was surprised and opened his eyes.
"Eh, Aka…?! Ouch..."
He hit his knees against the table and the hit made him let out a loud cry.
Akari's laughing crisply while her hand remains perfectly matched with Souta's.
"Look, Mochizuki-kun and I are so different in hand size."
Souta sees her hand.
The pulse suddenly increased his body temperature as it traveled through the palm of his hand.
It is different from a boy's rough hand.
Her hands are soft and slender.
I want to wrap it in my own hands.
In response to such an urge, he inadvertently pulled his hand away.
Akari was naive, but Souta was so embarrassed that he couldn't meet her eyes.
"Sorry ..."
He apologized with a small voice.
"I'm also... sorry."
Akari also looks down as if she were depressed.
"N-no, I’m not saying it’s not good to be touched by Hayasaka-san! ''
It might have seemed like that because he suddenly pulled his hand.
"Not that ... I’m just surprised ..."
Souta couldn't make any excuse, so he was so frustrated.
Silence flows between them.
It is Akari who opened her mouth to break the silence.
"Also…"
She looked up while holding the cup in her hands.
Souta also looked at the same time, so their eyes met each other.
"Drawing model ... can you continue to accompany me?"
In response to Akari's words, Souta quickly expressed his expression and replied with enthusiasm, "Of course!"
"I'll do it as much as you want! I can take off my uniforms and even my socks!"
[What am I even saying! ? ]
He rushed and blushed.
At a glance, Akari is laughing with her hand around her mouth.
"You don’t have to take off your socks."
"Right!"
Souta laughed "Ahaha" and embarrassed on his impatience.
[But ... I’m glad. I can help Akarin too. ]
I may not be so useful.
Still, I was glad that Akari relied on me.
[I can't do anything ...]
There must be something more he can do, he thought so.
* * + * +
That night, when Souta got out of the bath, he turned on the light in his room and heads to the study desk.
What he took out of his bag was a picture drawn by Akari.
The ridiculous expression of the doll that jumped out of the surprise box with a "funny face."
He pinned the picture to the cork board in front of the desk and looked at it for a while.
[If I stay the same as now... I can't ...]
I want to be more of help to Akari.
I want me to be the first one she thinks of and relies on whenever she is in trouble, in pain, hard times, or whenever.
[Not someone else,...]
It was Akari who was calling out today.
He can't move though he knew it with his head. As it is now, he can't hold his head high and stay next to Akari.
If someone appears to be the perfect prince worthy of her, he still won't be able to give up on Akari.
If he wants to be by Akari’s side in the future, if he wants to go out with her seriously, he thought he must be "someone worthy".
[I wonder if people are laughing ... something like being a Prince.]
Souta smiled and took a bunch of paper out from his desk drawer.
Anything is fine. I wanted something I could say, "I have this," and I wanted to believe in "my potential."
If You don't step forward yourself, nothing will start unless you try to change.
That's what he learned from Koiyuki, who changed himself for the person he likes.
I know that I don't have a talent like Akari or Haruki.
I started writing the script, but I wasn't spontaneous just because Haruki told me, "You can try writing."
Since then, I have been writing for the Film Research Club because there was no one else to do it.
It is nothing extraordinary. But most people in the world is the same ordinary person as myself.
I yearn to be someone who is full of talent, hoping that I might be able to do something for her.
Getting tired of the flat everyday life, wanting to playfully flirt with someone, laugh, and fall in love with someone.
Being jealous, worried about small things, failing. Still, aiming for "The self I want to be ", I turn to the front and move forward.
I guess there is also a feeling that I can write because I am an ordinary person you can find anywhere. I wonder if I can write something that resonates with the hearts of someone who lives the same way, and that gives them sympathy or encouragement.
He headed for manuscript papers with such a feeling.
The heroine model is Akari.
At first, he didn't model after her, but only wrote 'Akari'.
Souta has been searching for the destination of this story.
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