The price of a moment, the significance of memories, the roads we tread on under the sole azure sky, and the value of life itself.
These mere things, once we do something to it-- will subject us to change, to meet a beautiful soul, and to love, unti...
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"Ayane."
Sendoh softly called out, reaching his hand infront of me as we stopped just outside of the gate of Ryonan High School.
He wiggled his eyebrows, his signature smile glued to his lips, his hand still waiting for mine.
I slipped my fingers to the gaps of it, as I hesitantly held his hand, my cheeks bright red. After looking at our entwined hands, he chuckled, his words making me redder.
"I just wanted to see how small your hands were compared to mine, but if you really want to hold hands right now that's really fine by me."
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WTF?!
Flinching and flustered, I pulled away from his grasp.
He took my hand and he brought it towards him, pressing our palms together.
"I've always held your hand, but I haven't really seen how small it is compared to mine." He says, observing it.
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"You have big hands because you're a big-ass basketball player."
"What'd it be if I had baby hands?"
"Yeah, just imagine how ugly it'd look like.... Ryonan's handsome ace is so cool and talented but damn, he has baby hands, what a waste."
A few seconds of silence, then he cooed afterwards, "aaawww, you really wanted to hold my hand that much, huh."
