Translator: Deus Ex Machina
When I woke up I was in bed
Both reality and dream share the same scene.
“Which is this?”
Seeing the uniform that was hanging on the wall, I realized that I was still in the dream.
“——I see. The dream continues to where I read up to…”
The entries I read were from April 11 to 16.
I wonder if I really won’t wake up till the end of the 16th.
“Anyway, I need to go to school. Arata is still absent today huh…”
I took the uniform and put it on.
Facing the mirror, I adjusted it slightly and there — was me in my appearance three years ago.
“Good morning, me.”
I muttered in a low voice. The me from the mirror is still a little child-like.
—Of course.
After all, I am still in my body three years ago.
“Good morning!”
“Good morning! Asahi!”
When I entered the classroom and got to my seat, Hina greeted me.
“Were you okay yesterday?”
“Ah, yeah. I’m able to manage somehow.”
I was about to say that I also met with Arata but I held it in.
Hina still doesn’t know at this point that I already knew Arata—Suzuki-kun...
“Ahh, you still got that today?...”
“Today...”
Knowing nothing, Hina worries that I will be doing things for the committee by myself.
“...Hina?”
“A, asahi…! Behind you!”
“What—?”
I was facing Hina when she pointed at my back, raising her voice in surprise.
(What is it?)
Thinking so, I looked back, and there was a male student.
“...Uhm?”
“Takenaka-san, right?”
“...Yeah”
“This, Arata said to return this and also to thank you.”
What he held out was the notebook I lent to Arata yesterday.
“He looked really depressed taking a break right after the semester started. But he was really happy yesterday. I want to thank you too.”
“...Doura-kun…!”
“Huh?”
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
At this moment I still don’t know him, but it’s still Doura-kun.
Arata’s childhood friend.
“——Doura-kun, Are you going to visit Arata today?”
“Is there something…?”
“Ah sorry, It’s nothing!”
I shouldn’t.
That’s something I shouldn’t know right now.
“Sorry, I still haven’t quite remembered our classmates’ names and faces.”
“Oh me too. Takenaka-san is a committee member so I can barely remember you but the others...”
“Then it’s fine. But I’m still sorry.”
“Don’t worry. That’s that and I gave you back the notebook. By the way, I think he’ll come back by next week… So I’m sorry for causing you more trouble.”
Saying only that, Doura-kun went back to his seat.
I unconsciously stared at him, and he approached the waiting group of Miyuki and her friends.
They were looking between me and Doura-kun suspiciously.
(Right, that will happen...)
Thinking so, I returned my gaze to Hina… who for some reason was shaking as she was pressed to the desk.
“Hi—Hina?”
“...”
“What is it?...”
“Asahi, that’s cheating.”
“huh?”
“...Nothing!”
“Huh?”
“No...thing!”
“It doesn’t seem to be nothing...”
“I said nothing, so it’s nothing!... so, what’s up?”
As if trying to divert the conversation but also seemingly curious, Hina looked strangely at the notebook in my hand.
“Ah this? It’s a note that summarizes the things discussed at the meeting yesterday.”
“Mhmm? And why is it that Doura-kun had that?”
“As I was going home yesterday I took it to Ara—Suzuki-kun’s home. Then he got it from Suzuki-kun.”
Come to think of it, in the diary it was supposed to be today that Doura-kun stopped by Arata’s house.
The past is beginning to change again because of my actions.
Huh ? Asahi, Did you already know Suzuki-kun’s address?
Hina looks bewildered.
That’s also obvious.
I just happened to be in the same class as Arata a few days ago, and also became a class committee member.
“No, I didn’t. So I asked Tabata-sensei for his address… As I was wondering whether I should bring the notebook, Tabata-sensei also told me to take the math printout as well, so...”
It hurts.
It’s unpleasant, making excuses hurts.
“Mhmm, I see! Asahi, you’re a good person! But if you’re too good, you’ll go bald”
(She believed me...)
Hina said that and giggled so I felt relieved.
When she knows I don’t want her to dig deeper, she gently pulls away.
Hina — My best friend, who loves talking, is cheerful, girly and cute.
“Please don’t!”
“Ahaha, It’s a joke—”
We’re joking with each other, laughing.
I really am relieving those times of three years ago.
“Okay, everyone’s here—”
When I heard Tabata-sensei’s voice, I hurriedly faced forward.
I placed the notebook I was holding on the desk and from the cover that slightly moved, a piece of paper fell.
“Ah!”
Come to think of it, yesterday, I put a letter in it just in case Arata is sleeping.
This became unnecessary—— wait, the letter inside has a different handwriting than mine.
『—— Thank you!. I’m happy about the notes and the letter!』
That’s what was written.
“Arata...”
(Arata, I really can’t help it, I want to meet you right now, I want to hold you close and tell you I love you, to tell you how much I love you.)
—As if to deceive the frustration of being unable to do anything, I embraced the paper with Arata’s message so, so tightly.
“So, although it’s hard, please.”
“Ye—s.”
‘I’m sorry, Asahi!“
“It’s alright.”
Tabata-sensei who seems to feel bad, and Hina with a regretful face said while looking at the mountain-like amount of printouts in front of me.
(It’s not fine… but....)
It’s going to be fine, I know now.
After all...
“——Should… I help you out?”
(Here she comes...)
“... Is it fine?”
(The same as the past...)
After the teacher and Hina left, the one who raised her voice was Miyuki who had just finished preparing to go home.
“Yeah, I have no plans in particular today.”
“Then… Can I ask you, please?”
The past that I experienced and the present I will follow this time shouldn’t change.
This was the start of Miyuki and me.
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