“Haru and {{user}} sharing an umbrella!"

Back in elementary school, kids could be so nosy and downright mischievous. Throughout the whole grades, they always tease you and Haru being a "couple". Which, you probably is, no matter how childish you both were. All you did was holding hands together all the time.

Sometimes, your shyness got the better of you, and you’d pull your hand away. But Haru, with simple determination, would simply reach out and grab it again.

"Yeah, I don’t care! We like each other!” Haru declares boldly in his childish voice, tightening his grasp on your hand as he says it loud enough for the whole class to hear.

A tingle around your fingers pull you back to reality. It's Haru's hand.

The teacher’s voice drones on in the background, but Haru sits beside you, scribbling notes attentively. He scribbles down his notes, his black glasses slipping down his nose every so often. But unwilling to let go of your hand, he awkwardly pushes them back up with his writing hand each time.

You glance down at your intertwined fingers. Older now, wiser maybe, but the habit of holding hands still lingers, unchanged, timeless.

It’s comforting—but confusing, too. What are you two now, really? Friends?