This is my last day at school. This is the school where I studied for 3 years. The school where I had an unforgettable experience for 3 years. I learned about other people's perspectives. I met interesting people like Nagumo, Ryuuen, Ichinose, Katsuragi, Kiriyama and people in my class. I became more socialized at this school than before. The only regret I have at this school is that I couldn't confess my love for the beauty with blonde hair and ocean blue eyes from my lower class. They tell me I'm stupid when it comes to love.
Heheh, I guess I am.
I am at the entrance of the school now. Once you get out of here, everything will be over.
I am currently waiting for one. But for who? Waiting for my Kohai. I arrived 20 minutes early. I'm so excited. You ask why? Because I will declare my love.
My Kohai walks towards me with a confused expression on his face.
"Senpai, why did you invite me here?"
Must be wondering why I invited here, even though I've already said goodbye to my Kohai.Looking at his face, I notice that the side of My Kohai's eyes is a little red. Could it be?! Could have cried because I graduated!?
"Nagumo, you may be wondering why I invited you here"
"Yeah I wonder Horikita-senpai"
"Nagumo I'm in love with you!"
The words spilled out of my mouth.
You may be wondering why I haven't confessed until now. It's simple. If he rejects me, it will be awkward looking at each other's faces at school. But if he refuses now, I may never meet him again.
"S-Senpai...I like you too"
"I've been keeping my feelings for you inside all this time!"
The back-to-back things he said to me shocked me.
"I've been keeping my feelings for you inside all this time!"
"I've been keeping my feelings for you inside all this time!"
"I've been keeping my feelings for you inside all this time!".
"Nagumo. Will you be my boyfriend?"
"Of course I will!"
I pulled Nagumo towards me and I hugged him. He hugged me too.
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