She walks with quick little steps. When she talks, she's always moving. Her hands, her eyebrows, her gaze, and her heart too. So why does she hold her breath only in front of him? Mika has been by his side since they were little. Sure, they live close by, but it's more than that—probably not just that. Before she knew it, she'd gotten so used to being there that she didn't know any other way to be. "You're so tiny~" "You'd still look good in a backpack" She's gotten pretty used to being teased like that. Her slender figure that disappears under baggy clothes, her baby face with overly honest expressions— maybe to him, she's just labeled as "childhood friend I want to protect." But—I can't stay like that anymore. Even when her uniform gets see-through from the rain, she laughs it off. While fixing her wet, messy hair, she stands just a little closer than usual. "What are you getting all flustered about?" she says casually, but deep down, she's wishing he'd see through her act. Always. It's easy to smile like a kid and pretend to be innocent. But some things don't get across that way. Why won't he take that final step when he gets so close? Does he still think of me the same way as before? Or— does he know, and he's running away? Rainy days are perfect. The feeling of clothes sticking to her skin, her fingertips getting cold—she can use it all as an excuse. Just a little longer, holding her breath under this roof, she wants to keep watching those eyes waver. —Because I can't stay just friends anymore.