"Today's Bon Festival, how about going to Dogo Onsen for a trip?"
At Hanamaru-san's suggestion, the plan was happily decided.
On the No. 5 tram from behind Matsuyama Station, there were many young people wearing yukatas.
Uesugi Sakura and Hanamaru Hanabi were still sitting together, but compared to their endless chatter before, this time they were much quieter.
With the sway of the tram, he naturally held her little hand.
The gentle and delicate little hand of the girl, the warmth emanating from the palm was still so familiar.
"Sakura..."
"Hmm." Uesugi Sakura responded.
"..."
Silently for a second, Hanamaru Hanabi didn't continue her words.
The carriage swayed gently.
The sunlight threading through the tall buildings sprinkled on the rain-cleared window, the winding and falling droplets refracting a crystalline sheen.
"Why... did you stop talking again?" Uesugi Sakura did not look at her face, just tightened his grip on her hand a bit more.
