Hoshimi Rinko fell silent for a moment, her hands resting on the wooden floor of the corridor. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Actually, you're just too much of a jerk; otherwise, you wouldn't have so many troubles." Her voice was calm and straightforward, as ethereal and immaculate as the moon she was gazing at.
"I know." Fujiwara Reya looked at the night sky, seeing the moon faintly veiled by a patch of dark cloud. "It's the same with you, senpai. I often think how nice it would be if I could see you every day in the future."
In the tranquil night, their voices were understated, not as intense as one might imagine, but there was a sense of mutual understanding.
Is this a confession... Hoshimi Rinko started to laugh.
She rarely laughed so beautifully, like an elegant and graceful daffodil.
"Now the choice is mine." Hoshimi Rinko said, her expression seemingly filled with a secret joy.
