Miura Sisters

On our return walk, I held Komoe's hand tightly, keeping her close to me. The girl happily accepted it and even went as far as hugging my arm. If anyone saw us at this moment, they would have easily mistaken us for a couple, openly flaunting our relationship as we strolled down the street.

I didn’t care about it though. And even if the eyewitnesses were students from our school, with the night as our camouflage, no one would recognize us.

As we neared the school gates, we crossed the street and turned onto the bend that would lead us to her house. Only a few minutes of walking remained before we reached our destination.

Perhaps dreading the imminent moment of separation, Komoe looked up at me and squeezed my hand a little tighter.