Misunderstanding
"I remembered! What happened here? You sure glowed up. I failed to recognize you!"
As though she found a magnificent exhibit before her, Michiru closed in and inspected me intently. It's not an act. She surely remembered me as the junior who helped her during that Sports Festival.
Perhaps if not for her hands being full with her bags, she'd also reach for my forehead to emulate my previous hairstyle; the scrawny cut with my fringes almost covering half of my face.
After a while, Michiru’s lips stretched into a pleasant smile as she looked at me with a hint of pride.
As I expected, she still considered herself a senior I respected and looked up to. Those eyes she was using to look at me were like a mother lion pleased with her young cub who succeeded in his first hunt.