"Kamimura."
"Yes, what is it, Mizuhara-senpai~?"
"How much do you know about me?"
There was a moment of silence.
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"You'd get it if I said—I know... enough... about ya, right?"
It seemed that she knew more about me than I thought.
"Are you going to tell me the real reason you asked me out?"
"I don't... ya know, Mizuhara. I had fun today. If ya could just forget about trying to figure me out, I could remember this day as one of my favourites..."
"I just can't help it when you've got ulterior motives."
She looked down at her feet.
"I really do like ya."
Her hair swayed in the wind.
"If that's the case, why are you doing this under the premise of something else."
"You really have no tenderness when it comes to the feelings of a girl..."
I looked down at her.
"My question to you is, how much do you really know about me."
The soft breeze washed through the area.
"I know you, I know Tachibana, and I know Hasegawa."