The One Who Slipped Away

-Account of Katsuri Ayase- Part IV

-Account of Katsuri Ayase-

Part IV

I went home with a smile on my face.

"I'm home." I said as I arrived at my house.

"Oh, welcome back. You seem happy today." my mom said.

"I just met him mom. The boy dad was telling me about!"

"T-the boy? What are you talking about Katsuri?" my mom asked me looking surprised.

"The best thing about him is, he paints." I said smiling with delight.

"Katsuri.." my mom smiled as well.

"I'll be resting in my room mom." I said as I kissed her on the cheek and went upstairs.

I lie down on my bed, only to think about what Haru's painting might be.

I slept knowing that I will be seeing another painter's work.

A work that I hope will have the similar feeling as my dad's.

The next morning, I saw him walking towards the school gates.

"Good morning, Haru."

I smiled at him.

"G-good morning, Katsuri-senpai..."

I walked by him and went ahead inside.

I wrote a letter for him that night.

I went to his shoelocker and dropped the letter inside.

I giggled wondering how he'll react to that letter.

I eagerly waited for dismissal.

The bell rang, classes were over.

I rushed downstairs and tried looking for him.

I saw him looking around for me.

I snuck up behind him and covered his eyes.

"Guess who?"

"K-Katsuri-senpai??"

"Hehe you guessed right!" I replied giggling.

I hold out my hand and said "Shall we get going then?"

"S-sure, senpai."

"Geez, we're already outside the school gates and you still call me senpai."

"But... you are my senpai."

For some reason, I didn't like it that Haru was calling me senpai.

"I'm sorry Katsuri-san."

"That's much better." I smiled as we went to the art shop.

We went to the station and towards the art shop.

I happily looked around, admiring paintings others have made.

"Katsuri-san... um... I'm done with my painting."

"Really? Can I see it now?"

"I-its... in my house so..." Haru replied nervously.

"What are we waiting for then? Let's go!"

I grabbed his hand and rushed back to the station.

Not long after we arrived at his house.

"Where is it?"

"Its in my room... this way."

We removed our shoes at the doorstep and proceeded upstairs.