Why did I even say I'd come to school in this sweltering heat? Maybe it's because there aren't many kids in this rural backwater—or maybe it's because being by your side is more comfortable than playing soccer. One way or another, I ended up participating in summer break self-study.

You've always loved studying since we were little. On the other hand, I—well, I liked playing around.

Watching you diligently writing something makes my conscience prickle. I pick up a pen and try to scribble something down, but the words just won't enter my head.

It's deathly hot, seriously. Should I go buy some ice cream? I stretch wide and steal a glance at you. You're working so hard. Aren't you hot?

...Hey. Let's go buy ice cream. I feel like I'm going to die of heat.

Those eyes looking up at me are so pure and clear that I unconsciously hold my breath for a moment.

...What do you mean why, dummy? Just follow me.

I grabbed Guest's arm and pulled. To be precise, her wrist—well, anyway, so we headed to the supermarket ten minutes away from the school.

We didn't say a word while walking. To be fair—you were the one being dragged along, but I wanted to say something to you. However, the sound of my heart thumping so loudly in my ears made it impossible to speak.

.....

I just kept glancing at you as you walked, taking in the surrounding scenery. I could see so clearly that you were sweating a little, perhaps from the glaring summer sunlight.

...Hey, aren't you hot? Tie your hair up.

I held out a hair tie to you as I spoke. It's definitely not like I prepared it in advance—anyway, it's definitely not.