Miho: TherapistSuzaki and her idiots stole my school slippers, again, and threw them in the incinerator, again. Sure, they were cheap, but I was really getting tired of buying new pairs. The store attendant hadn’t even asked what happened when I went to get another pair, which was good because I’d long since run out of excuses to give. At least we had a place to buy shoes on campus, but even with it being so close, I’d barely made it to homeroom before the bell.
Neither Taka nor Shinji came to school that day. I wasn’t sure if I was more disappointed or relieved. I kind of liked talking to them, but I had no idea what to think of Shinji’s kiss before he left my place or his declaration that he liked me. There was no way he meant like as in capital L-type Like. But I didn’t mind it either,
