“Sakura, stop it!”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Get off me, already! You’re almost strangling me.”
Tomo watched as Sakura held her arms around Tatsumi’s neck. Her weight shifted from his back as she slowly slid down, pulling Tatsumi back. Tatsumi said she almost strangled him, yet Tomo could see Sakura had left plenty of room to avoid just that, pulling at his shoulders rather than his neck.
Tomo couldn’t tell if Tatsumi had noticed Sakura’s crush or not — either he pretended he hadn’t, or he was oblivious to it. It didn’t surprise him. Sakura had a strange way of showing affection, bothering the ones she liked. Perhaps she was the definition of an elementary-school-aged boy teasing a crush.
It was all good with Tomo and Ken, who had become her friends, but who could say if Tatsumi would eventua
