today is raining.

"hey...akira? can I tell you something before you go?" she called

out, hands praying, eyes shifting uncomfortably, red cheeks.

"yeah.. and..?"

"▌│█║▌║▌║"

he laughs sheepishly as she pushes him away, telling

him to go home already because the deed was done.

he walked silently the way back home, his thoughts

talking gibberish and the question floating above his mind.

akira felt confused, what was this about?

brushing his hair, akira never felt so conflicted.

atsumi. the name—atsumi.

why can't he remember?