Episode 40 – Warm Hands


The Schoolโ€™s Top Idol Is Acting Like Sheโ€™s My Childhood Friend for Some Reason and Just Keeps Closing the Distance on Her Ownโ€ฆ?! ~Stop Getting All Gloomy on Me Just Because I Turned You Down!~


That night, I couldnโ€™t sleep.

The reason was obvious.

I held hands with Rino.

That simple fact kept replaying endlessly in my mind.

The sunset over the riverbank.

The hand she held out to me.

My fingertips touching hers tentatively.

The warmth of Rinoโ€™s hand as she squeezed mine back.

Every time I recalled it, my heart would start its own sports festival right there in my room, all by itself. Calm down. Youโ€™re a heart. Youโ€™re not a relay runner.

I tossed and turned in bed.

On my desk lay the anthology I Donโ€™t Need Youth!!. For some reason, I felt like the heroines on the cover were staring right at me.

โ€œYouโ€™re already on that side, you know.โ€

I could hear that voice in my head.

No.

Iโ€™m still on the readerโ€™s side.

Iโ€™m the kind of person who writhes in agony over the bittersweetness of romance comedies and moans under the covers as my โ€œyouth complexโ€ gets stirred up.

Donโ€™t go acting like the protagonist just because you held hands.

But reality is ruthless.

When I opened my phone, there was a message from Rino.

โ€œYour hand was warm.โ€

Thatโ€™s way too devastating.

Thereโ€™s no way a girl who sends a message like that actually exists in real life.

She did.

She was in my contacts.

And she was a top idol, no less.

I looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh.

The old me wouldโ€™ve definitely run away from this situation.

I might have pretended the hand-holding never happened and kept my distance starting the next day. I was afraid of raising her hopes. I was afraid of misinterpreting her feelings. I was afraid of getting close only to be rejected.

I used all of those as excuses to create an escape route.

But right now, I didnโ€™t want to run away.

Even though I was scared.

Even though I was anxious.

I was actually looking forward to seeing Rino tomorrow.

For me, that was the biggest sign that something was off.

ใ€€โ€ปใ€€โ€ปใ€€โ€ป

The next morning.

I was walking along my usual route to school.

Sure enough, Rino was standing in front of the convenience store.

She was in her school uniform, holding her bags in both hands, and she broke into a bright smile the moment she spotted me.

But today was a little different from usual.

As soon as Rino saw my face, she immediately looked down.

Her ears were red.

I was probably making a similar expression myself.

We held hands yesterday.

That fact still lingered in the morning air.

โ€œG-good morning, Seita.โ€

โ€œGood morning, Rino.โ€

Her name just slipped out naturally.

I realized it after I said it.

Rino noticed it too.

Her eyes widened for just a moment, and then she gripped the handles of her bag tightly with both hands.

โ€œโ€ฆThatโ€™s not fair first thing in the morning.โ€

โ€œI feel like youโ€™ve been saying that since yesterday.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s because youโ€™re always doing sneaky things, Seita.โ€

โ€œI just said a normal greeting.โ€

โ€œYou called me โ€˜Rino.โ€™โ€

โ€œBecause we promised Iโ€™d call you that.โ€

โ€œYeah.โ€

Rino smiled happily.

The moment I saw that smile, my โ€œyouth complexโ€ quietly brought me to my knees.

This is no good.

Resisting no longer feels meaningful.

We started walking side by side.

Today, Rino isnโ€™t grabbing my sleeve.

We arenโ€™t holding hands either.

Weโ€™re just walking a little closer together than yesterday.

That was enough.

It felt as if the warmth of her hand from yesterday still lingered, and my fingertips felt strangely restless.

โ€œSeita.โ€

โ€œWhat is it?โ€

โ€œDo you remember what happened yesterday?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s too soon to forget.โ€

โ€œI see.โ€

Rino lowered her gaze slightly.

โ€œIโ€™ve thought about it over and over.โ€

โ€œI figured as much.โ€

โ€œWhat about you, Seita?โ€

I knew sheโ€™d ask.

But now that she actually asked, it was hard to answer.

Averting my gaze, I answered honestly.

โ€œโ€ฆMe too, a few times.โ€

โ€œHow many times?โ€

โ€œPlease donโ€™t ask me to count.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve lost count.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s heavy.โ€

โ€œWhat about you, Seita?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆI figure if I count, I lose.โ€

Hearing that, Rino gave a soft laugh.

She looked happy.

Even words like theseโ€”Rino picks them up and treasures them.

Back then, that used to scare me.

Now, though, being cherished like that feels a little warm.

When we arrived at school, Hara and Shinozaki were waiting for us, as expected.

Well, rather than just waiting, they were staring at us with eyes like wild animals that had spotted their prey.

โ€œGood morning. You twoโ€ฆ isnโ€™t the vibe a little different?โ€

โ€œSomething happened yesterday, didnโ€™t it?โ€

Shinozakiโ€™s observational skills were way too sharp.

I tried to deny it immediately.

But Rino, sitting next to me, spoke up first.

โ€œI held hands with Seita yesterday.โ€

The air in the classroom froze.

My heart nearly stopped too.

โ€œRino!?โ€

โ€œWait, seriously!?โ€

Hara jumped up.

Shinozaki, unusually, widened her eyes a little.

โ€œOh. First you call each other by name, now youโ€™re holding hands. Things are going smoothly, huh?โ€

โ€œWhat do you mean, โ€˜going smoothlyโ€™?โ€

I clutched my head.

As for Rino, she looked a little embarrassed but happy.

Why did she say that?

Why did she make it public?

No, I guess for Rino, itโ€™s a memory she doesnโ€™t want to hide. I get it. I get it, but donโ€™t say it in the classroom.

โ€œDid Takahara-kun make the first move?โ€

Hara asked with a smirk.

โ€œNo, thatโ€™sโ€”โ€

โ€œI was the one who reached out first. But Seita was the one who held my hand.โ€

Rino said it boldly.

A few people around us turned to look at us.

I just wanted to turn into a desk.

I wanted to stop being human and quietly spend the rest of my days as nothing more than a desk.

โ€œTakahara-kun, youโ€™re pretty good at this, arenโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s not it. It just happened.โ€

โ€œSo you hold hands just because the mood strikes you?โ€

โ€œThe air down by the riverbank is bad.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re blaming it on the air.โ€

Shinozaki chuckled softly.

I gave up on arguing.

Rino, sitting next to me, gave my sleeve a light tug.

โ€œSeita.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆWhat is it?โ€

โ€œCome see me at lunch today, too.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll be there.โ€

โ€œWhat about our hands?โ€

โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€

โ€œPicking up where we left off yesterday.โ€

โ€œWhat do you plan to continue during our school lunch break?โ€

Rino gave a small laugh.

Deep in her eyes, a hint of both anticipation and anxiety mingled.

I want to hold hands again.

But if I push too hard, Seita might run away.

I felt like I could see those feelings in her eyes.

I exhaled.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆIt depends on the place and the situation.โ€

Rinoโ€™s face lit up.

โ€œReally?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not promising anything.โ€

โ€œBut you donโ€™t mind, do you?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆWellโ€ฆโ€

Hara clasped her hands together beside me.

โ€œYeah, theyโ€™ve been all lovey-dovey since this morning.โ€

Shinozaki nodded.

โ€œI feel like Iโ€™m going to spit out sugar.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t talk about it like itโ€™s none of your business.โ€

Amid the buzz of chatter in the classroom, I took my seat.

Even after class started, Rino kept glancing my way from time to time.

Every time I called her name, I wondered if she was remembering the time we held hands. Her ears stayed red for a while.

Lunchtime.

We were behind the warehouse, as usual.

While eating our boxed lunches, we continued our discussion of the I Donโ€™t Need Youth!! anthology. Because yesterdayโ€™s hand-holding incident was still fresh in my mind, I found myself overreacting even to scenes where the heroine simply grabbed the protagonistโ€™s sleeve.

โ€œSeita, do you like this scene?โ€

โ€œI do, but reading it now really hits me hard.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œBecause reality has caught up with me.โ€

โ€œSeita, youโ€™ve been losing to reality a lot lately, havenโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s the rom-comsโ€™ fault for encroaching on reality.โ€

โ€œWhat about me?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re the main culprit behind the encroachment.โ€

Rino laughed happily.

โ€œHave I managed to invade Seitaโ€™s mind?โ€

โ€œQuite a bit.โ€

As soon as I said it, I thought, โ€˜Oh no.โ€™

Rino set down her lunchbox.

Then she covered her face with both hands.

โ€œSeita, please stop saying things like that out of the blue.โ€

โ€œIt was an accident, even for me.โ€

โ€œEven if it was an accident, Iโ€™m happy.โ€

Rino looked at me, her face flushed.

Then she gently held out her right hand.

Just like yesterday.

But today was a little different.

She didnโ€™t say a word.

Neither did I.

In the silence behind the warehouse, I stared at that hand.

Iโ€™m still a little scared.

But not as much as yesterday.

I slowly reached out my hand.

I touched the tips of Rinoโ€™s fingers.

She held her breath.

I gently clasped her hand.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆSeita.โ€

โ€œJust for a little while, until lunch break is over.โ€

โ€œOkay.โ€

Rino nodded happily.

Her expression was calmer than it had been yesterday.

We held hands and didnโ€™t say a word for a while.

Both our lunchboxes and the anthology remained open.

We were just sitting there, side by side.

That was all that time was.

The old me would have been scared of this kind of silence.

Iโ€™d think, โ€œIf I donโ€™t say something, sheโ€™ll dislike me.โ€

โ€œIf I bore her, sheโ€™ll walk away.โ€

Thinking that, I used to force a smile or try to go along with the other person.

But strangely enough, the silence with Rino didnโ€™t feel painful at all.

Maybe it was because of the warmth of her hand.

Maybe it was because Iโ€™d started calling her by her first name.

Or maybe it was because Rino looked genuinely happy just being there beside me.

โ€œSeita.โ€

โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m really happy right now.โ€

โ€œWeโ€™re just holding hands during lunch break.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s not just that.โ€

Rino gave a small laugh.

โ€œItโ€™s because this is the time when you donโ€™t run away from me.โ€

Hearing those words, my chest ached a little.

At the same time, it felt warm.

There are still times when I want to run away.

There are times when I get scared.

But today, I didnโ€™t run away.

Just that alone seems to mean a lot to Rino.

The pre-class bell rang.

It was time to let go.

Rinoโ€™s fingertips twitched slightly, as if reluctant to part.

I couldnโ€™t let go right away either.

But we had to get back to class.

โ€œLetโ€™s go back, Rino.โ€

โ€œOkay, Seita.โ€

Even after we let go of each otherโ€™s hands, only the warmth remained.

When we got back to the classroom, Hara and Shinozaki looked over at us again.

โ€œRino, youโ€™re all smiles.โ€

โ€œTakahara-kun looks kind of soft-faced, too.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s just my imagination.โ€

I sat down at my desk.

Rino, sitting to my right, quietly slipped a note across to me.

โ€œSeita, your hands were warm again today.โ€

I hesitated for a moment, then wrote a reply.

โ€œYour hands were warm today, too, Rino.โ€

The moment I handed the note back, Rino buried her face in her desk again.

I looked at the blackboard.

As expected, I couldnโ€™t concentrate on the afternoon classes.

But I found myself thinking that, in a way, it was just a little bit inevitable.


Maigetsu


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