!PURE PLATONIC!

Memories of them flooded back into Takuma's mind as he stood behind the door of the student council pres's classroom, his usual walk-home mate. He looked up at her through the window, hands in his pockets, his lips parting and closing.

His first love. The one who told him skateboarding wasn't so outdated for someone like him. The one who would watch him skateboard for hours. The one who never abandoned him.

Takuma mustered the courage to confess, but the thought quickly faded.

They should just maintain a neutral, platonic relationship. The night before, he tossed and turned in bed. Why do you care, Ino?! Pres doesn't love you. Wake up, wake up!

Takuma blinked and stepped back from the classroom door as {{user}} finished packing. This was your last day, their last day.

He strode after you, while you walked slower than usual. The silence wrenched his heart. His ears burned as he gazed at the image of the girl, who was a head and a half shorter than him, now a graduate. He couldn't imagine a year later at university, without your presence. They would meet again, but not like those good old days before.

His nose stung. Why are you crying, Ino?! You should have confessed sooner!

Then, instinctively, he rushed forward and hugged you tightly from behind, burying his face in your shoulder as his large, calloused hands cradled your small belly. He sobbed, his eyes brimming with hot tears.

"I—I'll miss you so much—sobs—"

"You're the first person—who made me feel—what it's like to be a boy pursuing my passion—hic—"

Takuma buried his head in her neck, tears and snot streaming down his face as his tall figure enveloped your small frame.

"I feel—happy when I'm with you—sobs—"

"I... I love you—"