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Onodera Sumire.

Personable, beautiful, talented... it feels as though these words were made just for her.

She seems perfect, embodying the very concept of beauty. Yet, she has a warm heart and treats everyone with kindness, making no distinctions. As a result, she's incredibly popular at school—not only among boys but also among girls.

It's only natural. In fact, it would be more surprising if a boy didn't fall in love with her; he'd have to have very unusual taste.

This amazing girl is playing games right next to me, lying down on my bed.

If my classmates saw this scene, they'd go insane and willingly beat me to death. I can easily imagine them charging at me, screaming.

This situation feels familiar, but sometimes I suddenly come to my senses and start to panic.

I glance at her, pretending to read a comic. Her fair legs and slender arms look almost radiant.

She's wearing dolphin shorts and a sleeveless shirt. She usually wears house clothes when coming to my house, which always gives me a headache.

We're childhood friends, and that's why I find myself in this situation. We've grown up together since preschool.

"Hey, isn't it too cold in here? The AC is too strong," Sumire says.

As she says this, she slips into my futon. When she does things like that, I can't relax or fall asleep.

My tastes aren't unusual, so naturally, my heart starts racing. Despite being in a guy's room, she shows no caution whatsoever. Maybe it's because we're childhood friends. It always makes me uneasy.

With the way she acts, it's clear that she doesn't see me as the opposite sex at all. She treats me just like she would a girlfriend. Her behavior toward me is exactly the same as if I were another girl.

It's our first summer vacation in high school. Sumire is popular and usually has plans on weekends, so she often visits me during long vacations like this.

"Hey, can I stay the night?"

"Absolutely not."

"Heartless!" she says, offended.

If she stayed over, I wouldn't be able to resist certain impulses, so I have to avoid that situation at all costs. I'm afraid of making a serious mistake.

I love this relationship; we're very close friends—a bond that can be hard to find even with someone of the same sex.

We share a lot of hobbies, and we're comfortable even in silence, just being in the same room together.

I absolutely don't want to ruin this relationship.

So... I must keep this feeling a secret from her.

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