chapter 6:
Ā Preparing for the Cultural Festival, and the Classroom at Sunset
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āWhat is it that you want to know about me?ā
āEver since Kirishima-kun cornered me with that question in the hallway, my heart has been swaying between anticipation and a faint touch of fear.
He knows.
Heās realized that the way I look at him isnāt how youād look at just a classmate.
And he knows that my curiosity is about to step deep into his territoryāmaybe too deep.
That afternoon, after school, I sat alone in the newspaper club room, writing down todayās events in my āObservation Diary.ā
(His reaction when I asked that question that hit the core. And those cold eyes that seemed to see right through everythingā¦)
Just remembering it makes my heart race.
This isnāt simple observation anymore. Itās a quiet psychological battle between us.
Thatās when it happened.
The door to the clubroom opened softly with a click.
Standing there, wearing his school blazer, was Rei Kirishima.
ā…Saeki.ā
His voice was lower than usualācalm, but carrying a weight that didnāt allow refusal.
āI need to talk to you.ā
He walked slowly into the room and sat down in the chair right across from me.
The setting sun poured into the room, and silence fell between us. I swallowed hard.
āWhāwhat is it? If itās an interview for the newspaper, Iām always happy to helpā¦ā
I tried to play it off as usual, but his serious gaze made my forced smile freeze in place.
āYou looked at Yuutoās graduation album, didnāt you?ā
The words were directāno way to dodge them.
āā¦What are you trying to do? Dig up my past and turn it into an article?ā
His voice carried a quiet anger, and a hint of resignation.
Back in middle school, he must have been subjected to those cruel, curious stares.
Imagining that pain made my chest tighten.
I dropped the usual act and faced him head-on.
āThatās not it.ā
My firm tone made him blink, slightly surprised.
āAt first, maybe it was. You were just⦠too perfect, Kirishima-kun. I thought there must be some juicy scoop hiding behind that. I admit itāand Iām sorry.ā
I bowed deeply.
Then, raising my head, I continued.
āBut after seeing that photo, I changed my mind.ā
āā¦Changed your mind about what?ā
āBecauseāitās amazing!ā
This time, his expression clearly said What on earth are you talking about?
āTo go from who you were then, to who you are now⦠I realized how much effort that must have taken. Thatās not something to be ashamed of. Itās something to be proud ofāsomething I think is really, really cool.ā
Those were my true feelingsāno lies, no mask.
I genuinely respected the effort heād put in.
Reiās expression went completely blank, as if Iād caught him off guard.
The tension in his eyes began to melt, replaced by something unfamiliarāconfusion.
Maybe until now, whenever someone found out about his past, they either mocked him or treated him like something strange.
But my reaction was neither.
āā¦Youāre really weird, you know that?ā
After a long silence, he muttered that softly.
But the sharp edge in his voice was gone.
āI get that a lot!ā
I answered with a grin, my usual energy slowly returning.
Rei stood up and headed for the door.
āā¦Do whatever you want.ā
His tone was still curt, but somehow softer than before.
āJust know whatāll happen if you write something unnecessary.ā
With that sharp warning, he left the room.
Alone again, I let out a long breath.
(I wonder if my words reached him⦠even a little.)
It felt like I had managed to melt just a bit of the ice wall that surrounded his heart.
Our relationship had definitely moved to a new stage today.
He wasnāt just an observation subject anymore.
We were now partners in a shared secretāco-conspirators.
And thinking that made the days ahead feel like theyād be far more thrillingāand far more interesting.