"Then go home this afternoon..." Uesugi Sakura supported her without finishing his sentence.
Looking down at her sneakers on the scorching track, Hanamaru Hanabi softly murmured, "Sakura, please... don't go too far, Hanabi... will feel very strange..."
"It's cute, not strange."
Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly thought of something and pushed him away.
For some reason, the noon track suddenly felt like a sizzling hot plate, the heat pumping from foot to head.
"Sakura-kun is a bad guy."
"How did I become a bad guy again?"
"Always likes to touch Hanabi."
"Isn't it normal to touch little Hanabi?"
"Randomly... touching..."
Hanamaru Hanabi was very shy, her weak voice almost inaudible, "makes... makes it very strange..."
Though little Hanabi said he was a bad guy, she didn't resist when he took her hand.
The two sat down together under the shade of trees by the playground.
