I am not sure what this feeling is

Kimiko had a cool and refreshing cent that you could only smell if you were really close. It is like the smell of deep icy mountains. She kissed my over and over again and my hand gripped tighter on her arm, too surprised to do anything else.

She began to open her mouth while kissing, which made me do it too, and she slipped her tongue I'm my mouth. Her warm warmth moved me.

How long had Kimiko felt this way about me?

Eventually, we stopped and I relaxed my grip on her arm.

"Ki-chan?"

"Mimi."

For a little while, we looked at each other's eyes, with our breath deep, unable to say anything. Is it really alright to do this kind of thing? I mean we are friends. Friends kiss each other, but not like this right? And why now?

If Kimiko liked me, why did she never seem to be annoyed when I liked Takada. No, Kimiko is just the kind of friend that supports you no matter what.

"I'm back~ Hey, why are you two so red?!"

It seemed like, recently, things had been happening one after the other with no real meaning . Almost like a dream, but one where you can feel ever detail.

When Remi returned, it looked like she had forgotten all about what I said. She is one of those people that could recover from being upset very quickly. Whether she lost a present that she really liked, or got told off, she would only ever be upset for a little bit and then get back usual. Is this how normal people deal with their problems, by facing them in the moment? Maybe things would be easier if I could be more like her. That way I wouldn't have to drag around this sadness and anger. And maybe there would be far fewer questions.

That afternoon when I knocked on the door of the media room, Riyuzaki didn't open the door.

"Riyuzaki?"

Is he not coming today? I guess I never asked him what days the club is on, but he should have at least said something. Well, I shouldn't have expected much better than this from virgin Riyuzaki. He can hardly look after himself, let alone help someone else.

Since I didn't have anything else to do, I decided to go to watch the sports clubs practice, but, part way there, I changed direction and to the stairs leading to the school roof.

Why? I'm not sure myself. There is no way that I will be able to get up to the roof. May be it's something similar to how you visit graves. Maybe those stairs to me are like the entrance dark Riyuzaki's tomb and his body is up there, somewhere where I can never get to again.

When I turned in to the hallway containing the stairs. There was already someone standing in front of it.

"Dark Riyuzaki?!"

There is no mistaking it, he looked the same as the Riyuzaki I talked to two days ago. His bangs. The way he stood tall. Seeing him again, I felt my heart pound in my chest and my eyes fill with tears. Even if we had only known each other for a little while, in that time he had become important to me. Although, even now, I am not sure what this feeling is.

Riyuzaki noticed me and bowed in my direction. Then he held out his hand toward me and looked up the stairs, the same way he did when we met here before. Am I dreaming? Virgin Riyuzaki couldn't have grown his hair back this quickly. Even if he could, didn't he say that he wouldn't act like this again.

I quickly rolled my wheelchair up to dark Riyuzaki. I kind of expected him to disappear at any moment, like some strange day dream.

Like a baby asking asking to be carried, I raised up my arms to him.