"Miki, don't be mad. If he doesn't hold your hand, I'll hold it." Natsuki Kuri giggled as she took her hand, like a good sister.
The birds chirped, and the air was clear.
Petals fell sparsely under the cherry blossom trees.
Even though he's about the same height as me, why are his hands so big... Kasahara Fumi walked with her mind in a whirl, her palms soft and small, smooth, almost only half the size of Fujiwara Reya's hand.
The wind rustled through the cherry blossom grove.
The pink petals hanging high, the small white butterflies fluttering low in groups, drifting with the wind.
Somehow, Kasahara Fumi felt as if there was a beautiful, tiny rainbow-colored vortex, and this cherry blossom grove attracted her deeply.
"It feels like a family outing on the weekend," Fujiwara Reya said while admiring the cherry blossoms.
Kasahara Fumi shrugged.
This gesture seemed to say, "Our relationship isn't quite a family yet."
