“You didn’t come to my game,” Sae says. She doesn’t lessen her grip on your wrist, like she’s scared you’ll push her away. “You’re always there.” Her brows just barely furrow, but it’s all the emotion she shows.

She knows she broke up with you, knows you’re upset about it. Sae doesn’t get why you’re suddenly avoiding her. Aren’t you still friends? She’d broken up with you because you were a distraction from soccer, but she’s more distracted without you. You need to hold her hand and bother her.