Extra 1: The Girl Next Seat Wants to Talk
It was right after I entered high school when I t Masa.
My na is Masataka Sano. Nice to et you.
Hello, Im Rin Sekiya.
We were in the sa class, sitting in front of . Before the entrance ceremony started, a gaudy boy who I had never t before suddenly started talking to . That was Masa.
Masa was not the type of guy who had a crush on or tried to have a relationship with every girl he ca across. He told that at the ti he was desperate to make friends quickly.
In fact, I was the one who was wary of him at the ti. When a simple-looking boy talked to , I reflexively beca defensive.
After all, we only exchanged introductions at first. Masa was calling out to everyone seated near him, not just .
Hes a cheerful guy. I rember that was my first impression of Masa.
I didnt imdiately beco friends with Masa, but strangely enough, we had a connection.
Oh, Sekiyas next to again. Nice to et you.
Sano-kun is next to again Theres no fun in changing seats.
So cruel, dont you feel better if you have a familiar face nearby?
If only Sano-kun had looked a little calr.
eh What do I look like to Sekiya? I-I dont think I have such a strange face, right? Say yes!
Of the several tis I had to change seats, all of them were next to Masa. I suspected that I was under so kind of curse.
We greeted each other. If I had sothing to say, I would talk to him. That was the only relationship we had.
Masa is lucky to have a girl next to him
Were in the middle of a crowded boy zone. I envy you.
Masa! Please! Let sit next to a girl!
If you sit next to , the nickna Masa cos to my mind even if you dont like it. The last guy was disgusting.
We were just normal classmates. I think that was our mutual understanding.
Winter of the first year of high school.
Rin-chan We should break up. .
Eh?
My boyfriend suddenly told he was breaking up with .
For a mont, my consciousness went blank. I tried desperately to get the reason out of him. I couldnt think of anything, and I doubt if I was able to get the words right.
My boyfriend was my tutor when I was in middle school. He was a college student, and he was mature, patient, and very different from other boys my age. It didnt take long for to fall in love with him.
I tried my best to appeal to him and wanted him to praise , so I concentrated on my studies and . Despite that, I was a naive maiden.
I guess my efforts were rewarded. Before I knew it, we had beco lovers.
I got a job. Its a big company. And yet I have a high school girlfriend. Well, its strange, isnt it? Rin-chan, you are smart enough to understand, right?
I have no idea.
He probably thought he was trying to convince . He said many things in a gentle tone that hurt . And yet I didnt like the way he tried to justify himself by saying, Its for Rin-chans sake, too.
Its not because he repeated the words over and over again. I was not convinced. But I couldnt say anything.
Because I like him. I know he has his place. To him, I was still considered a child. I could feel that painfully.
I was overflowing with so many emotions that I couldnt speak. Just trying to open my mouth was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I guess my attitude made him think that I understood him. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
I was glad. I knew you would understand, Rin-chan. Really, thank you for everything youve done for .
He was kind to the end and left with a smile.
I couldnt reach out to stall him, and it was an easy end. I stood there, unable to do anything about it.
Waaaaa
He was gone, there was no one else in the place, and then I finally let out ,y years.
I cried for a while. I didnt know what to do. I couldnt move from this place.
Sekiya!? Why are you crying !?
Why are you calling ? I really thought so.
Masa, who happened to be passing by, saw crying and ran up to and called out.
.leave alone.
Thats impossible. Anyway, heres a handkerchief. Your face is terrible right now. A passerby will see it.
What do you an, you face is terrible?. Thats not a word for a girl.
I was angry, but I didnt have enough ti to glare at him. I buried my face in the handkerchief he handed .
Thats how we were alone, and I asked Masa to listen to the story of my broken heart.
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