“-I guess you confessed because you wanted to move on?”
“--Tomo-kun.”
\"Wow!?\"
A voice in my ear suddenly brought me back to reality. Before I knew it, Ayumu was standing next to me.
\"I-I\'m sorry. I was just thinking...\"
Having said that, I was speechless.
Going to the local summer festival is a regular event during this season. This isn\'t the first time I\'ve seen Ayumu in a yukata.
Ayumu\'s hair, which was always down, was tied up high.
Even though that\'s all there is to it, Ayumu looks more mature to me, like a completely different person.
\"Ayumu, that hair...\"
\"Uh, yeah. My mom tied it for me. Is it weird...?\"
She touched the nape of her neck, which was usually hidden by her hair, timidly looking up at me. The expression on his face that resembled that of a small animal that made me want to protect him was the one I knew from Ayumu.
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