The clubroom was silent, save for the rustling of pages as Yukino flipped through a magazine.
Come to think of it, things really had been noisy lately. At first, it had only been Yukino and me. Neither of us ever spoke, and whenever we did, it was just to trade insults.
It had only been like that for the past month or two, yet I found myself strangely nostalgic for it. I stared blankly at the clubroom door when Yukino, as if she had seen through my thoughts, spoke up.
"If you're waiting for Yuihama-san, she won't be coming today. She just sent me a text."
"I see... I-I wasn't worried about Yuihama or anything!"
"What kind of tone is that? It's unpleasant..."
With a sigh of relief, I shifted my attention from the door to Yukino.
Yukino let out a soft sigh.
"Is Yuihama-san no longer coming...?"
"You could ask her."
Yuihama was still in contact with Yukino. If Yukino asked, she would probably answer.
But Yukino shook her head weakly.
"There's no need to ask. If I asked her, she would definitely say she was coming. Even if she didn't want to... she would probably still come."
"Yeah... that's true..."
Yuihama Yui was that kind of person. She always placed others before herself, which was why she was willing to talk to a loner like me. If I texted her, she would reply too.
But that was her kindness, and also her sympathy. Put bluntly, it was nothing more than a sense of obligation. Still, for a boy with such low experience points, it was enough to make him think, W-Wait... does she l-like me? I really wished she would improve that habit a little and stop being so hard to read.
It would be great if there