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Saki Miyu could not remember the day she met Kokona Haruka.
Neighbors, childhood friends, classmates, best friends - they had done it all together. From the countless inside jokes they shared, to the petty fights spawned from teenage girl drama, to the secrets whispered late at night when the rest of the world was asleep; It was the kind of friendship only shown in the movies, where the main character would take a bullet for the other. Yes, if she were questioned, “Would you die for Kokona?” Saki would answer a firm, “Yes.” without hesitation.
One would think that Saki would be satisfied with just that.
Yes, the two girls did share the kind of ideal, innocent and coveted friendship that only exists in fiction. Yet despite this feat, life remained starkly non-fiction. And if anybody were to know the truth, nobody would covet Saki Miyu’s relationship with Kokona Haruka.
You see, in the movies when the main character secretly pines over a cute stranger they met in a coffee shop, fate has a way of aligning everything just so. The puzzle pieces fall together perfectly and after a rollercoaster of 2 emotionally charged hours, the two main characters reunite beautifully. Apologies are made; Kisses are shared; the orchestra music swells and the credits roll.
Fate had done no such thing for Saki. Because after Saki realized her feelings during the start of her third year of high school, 2 months ago, she was beginning to wonder if it was even right to believe in things like fate or destiny or soulmates.
But if fate hadn’t brought her and Kokona together in the first place, she wouldn't have believed in it at all.
But as they say, fate is a cruel mistress. And when it came to Saki’s love life, she had been very cruel indeed.
Because being Kokona’s best friend, Saki knew about Konoka’s massive crush on a boy in their class, Taro Yamada.
This crush, that seemed to pop out of nowhere, manifested around the same time that Saki’s did. It was also the worst thing to happen to Saki Miyu in her entire life.
During these awful two months, Saki has had to listen to her friends chat up Kokona during lunch time about her precious Taro-kun. It was all Yamada this and Yamada that. His name was spoken so frequently that Saki honestly believed that she heard his name more in the two-month span than she had in the first 2 years of high school.
She had even been in the same class as him for those first two years.
It was all ”Kokona, don’t you think Yamada-senpai looks cute today?” and “I wonder what Taro-kun is reading today.” Please, Saki was trying to eat.
Well, who was Saki to complain. This was a best friend’s job, after all: to listen to endless gushing about crushes and to them do their hair to look cute for said crush.
So, it was only natural that Saki knew too much about Yamada than she would consider healthy for a distant acquaintance at best to know. It was only natural that Saki knew that Kokona wanted to eat on the rooftop alone with her “Taro-kun” on Tuesday.
Of course, this would prove to be a very big problem for Saki - for more reasons than she had originally anticipated.