Until, three days later, he looked at Ayumi.
“Why?” she asked.
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“You dropped this again,” he said. “In the hallway. I’ve been carrying it because I didn’t know how to give it back without it meaning something.”
Ayumi touched her ponytail. The hair tie was blue. With tiny stars. Until, three days later, he looked at Ayumi
She leaned that one degree left. Her shoulder touched his. He did not move away. Neither did she.
“Ayumi,” he said, and her name in his mouth sounded different than in anyone else’s—softer, like he was testing whether it would break, “do you ever get tired of measuring everything?” “You dropped this again,” he said
She found Kaito on the rooftop after the festival ended. The crowds had gone home. The lanterns were being packed away. He sat on the old bench near the fence, sketchbook closed, watching the city lights begin to glow.