Chapter 2: Cultural Festival With Eina (6)

I Hold Your Voice Alone, Under The Starry Sky

Night had fallen and I was relaxing in my room after a meal and a bath when a message arrived from Eina.

Eina: Shuu-san, did you know? Fufufu…

Shuu: Know what?

Eina: That the President doesn’t hate you at all?

Shuu: Huh?

Eina: We talked about a lot of things when you went to get the drinks, but it seems that the President treats you harshly because she’s nervous. Haha, being popular sure is tough!

My face flushed with heat.

Eina: This is a confession event! When you’re going home from the festival or something! It’s wonderful, isn’t it? It’s like you’re bound by fate with your co-star.

What is this feeling…

When I was told the President might not actually hate me, and that she might even like me, I was started panicking, confused.

And then I realised. I was panicked that Eina would misunderstand my feelings. Eina thought that I liked the President, and was honestly supporting me in it.

But that seemed too lonely to me.

I was shocked, why did I think that? I hadn’t even seen Eina’s face, and she lived five years in the past, and we couldn’t even meet…

Shuu: I just look up to the President. She’s pretty, but I don’t think I exactly like her, so I won’t confess.

Eina: Eh? I-I see… that’s good.

Shuu: Good?

Eina: Ah, nothing.

We both stopped messaging for a while.

Shuu: Let’s go to sleep.

Eina: Let’s, good night.

Shuu: Night.