Vol 1 Epilogue (1/2)
VOLUME 1-2
Epilogue
“Kujou-san, Kujou-san.”
It was right when school ended for the day.
In the entranceway where the scent of gra.s.s drifted strongly in the summer heat, a girl threw her indoor shoes into the shoe rack and hurriedly chased after someone.
“Want to go home together?”
“No.”
“Come on. Don’t. Say. That~”
The girl called out while jumping down the front steps, but the other person didn’t stop.
Kujou was brusque and unsociable as usual.
“You’re going to do another live performance, right? I heard from Koma-senpai.”
“…It’s not a live performance, it’s just a cla.s.sic music concert. You would find it boring, Hinooka-san.”
“Can I go watch? If it’s a formal concert, then even a high schooler like me can go.”
“Do as you like.”
Homura shrugged her shoulders at the completely unapproachable Kujou.
Muscular boys from the Wrestling Club were returning from their run.
With the district tournament approaching, the club members were earnest in their training.
As the boys sneaked glances at the two girls, Homura waved her hand and smiled pleasantly. She slapped her nonexistent biceps and went as far as to show them a fight pose in support.
The club members cheered loudly.
When Homura turned back around, Kujou was looking at her in disbelief.
Acting nonchalant while actually feeling a little nervous, Homura spoke up to her.
“Hey, Kujou-san, can’t we become friends?”
“We are friends. We’re cla.s.smates.”
Kujou-san replied at once, and then she walked off without another word.
Homura, while enduring the deep cut she’d been dealt, still chased after Kujou.
“B-But, the two of us being in the same cla.s.s isn’t something that either of us decided on. That’s just coincidence.”
“…Is there some problem with that?”
“How about doing things with me like eating boxed lunches together, eating cake at a café after school or conquering the Anmitsu1shop where you have to stand in a long line to order on weekends?”
“Those are all food-related.”
“Oh, you’re right. Then what else would be good to do? Anything’s fine, except for each of us going home separately.”
“……”
Underneath a neatly pruned pine tree, Kujou came to a stop and turned to face Homura again.
“I’ll say this now.”
“All right, I’ll listen well.”
“Being with someone like me is boring, and I have absolutely no intention to try and entertain you either.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“…!”
Homura had managed to land a counter slash.