A woman was preparing to leave her home, carrying a large piece of luggage.
The young boy watching her had lost the usual spark in his eyes.
"Mom… where are you going?"
He asked hesitantly, but the woman neither replied nor turned around as she headed toward the door.
On the other side of the door stood a young man unfamiliar to the boy.
The woman, her heavily made-up face brightening with joy, rushed over to him.
"Mom…"
The boy chased her to the doorway, but she didn’t meet his gaze. She climbed into the waiting car and finally left.
The boy stood in stunned silence, staring after her. Beside him, a girl about the same age quietly came to stand.
She looked at him with tearful eyes, her mouth opening and closing as if trying to say something but unable to find the words.
The boy slowly turned to her.
"Ma-chan. Ma-chan, don’t leave me, okay?"
"…! Yeah… Yeah! I promise! I won’t leave until Kana-kun is happy again!"
A promise made by two children, young and innocent.
Though it would eventually fade from memory, it was a vow that remained etched in the girl’s heart.
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At our school, there’s a famous pair of good-looking boys.
One of them is tall with black hair, a quiet and dignified figure. He’s the captain of the kendo club, a regular at national competitions, and the student council president—a perfect person everyone admires.
The other one has messy, natural flaxen hair and eyes that droop sweetly. He’s said to be a walking pheromone, capable of charming any girl with a gentle glance.
Though they seem like opposites, they’re good friends, often spotted together and frequently providing eye candy for the school’s girls.
And I? I’m childhood friends with the walking pheromone—and also currently his girlfriend.
Well, “girlfriend” is a tentative title because he’s kind to any girl and never turns them down, even when I’m around.
The idea of being his girlfriend doesn’t hold much meaning when it comes to him; he’s constantly surrounded by different girls.
Even so, I love my childhood friend and don’t mind. I think of myself as a foolish girl, but I can’t take my eyes off him.
Even now, as I watch him openly kissing a girl in the school, I feel no anger.
Even if that girl happens to be one of my so-called friends.
They look perfect together, no matter how you see it.
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