Adachi to Shimamura
The second floor of the gym―this was the place where we generally met. It was class time, obviously, there weren't any classes going on in a spot this way. This was the place where Shimamura and I became companions. We hung out here―talking about Network programs and cooking, playing some ping pong... This is the place where we cultivated our fellowship. Keeping my head propped against the divider, I let out a little moan. What was this inclination? Recently, I'd longed for me and Shimamura kissing. Not that I'm that way. I'm certain Shimamura isn't by the same token. It's not in any event, something worth rehashing myself about, however, dislike that. It's simply that when she hears "companion," I need her to consider me first. That's it in a nutshell.