Act Three: Can Friendship Exist Between Men and Women?
Mid-April, on a Saturday.
I was on my way to the movie theater.
The film I was aiming to see was KimiUta.
Its full title: “I Want to Deliver My Song to You.”
The story features idols chosen from various fleets, racing across battlefields with microphones in hand to put an end to a long-lasting intergalactic war. I’d already collected every character song.
Though my enthusiasm had cooled off lately, I saw a commercial for it yesterday and decided to watch it again for the first time in a while.
This week’s theater bonus was a film strip, too.
I was fired up, thinking, This time, I’m going to pull another god-tier scene!
With that energy, I arrived at the theater—only to bump into Yuzuhana.
“You’re here too? What are you here to watch? KimiUta?”
“Yeah. You too?”
“Same here. Felt like revisiting it after a while.”
“It’s my first time, though. Watching it in a theater, I mean.”
“Right, you weren’t into this stuff back then.”
“Yeah, and because of that, you kept saying things like, ‘The theater version of KimiUta was so intense!’ It made me so frustrated.”
“Frustrated? I was just sharing my thoughts, not flexing.”
“It was a flex to me. And you also bragged about the special film strip you got. This time, I’m going to pull a scene better than yours and make you eat your words.”
“There’s no way you’ll get a better scene than mine.”
Destiny doesn’t change so easily. If I pulled a god-tier scene last time, I was sure this time would be no different.
We headed to separate ticket machines. As expected of KimiUta, about 70% of the seats were already filled.
I hesitated over which seat to pick. Maybe I should try the very front row for a change. I usually avoid sitting that close to the screen, but since I’ve seen the movie so many times, it might not be a bad idea.
We bought our tickets almost at the same time, raced each other to get inside, and grabbed the visitor perks.
“I’ll save opening this until after the movie. For now, let’s hit the concession stand.”
When we checked out the theater merchandise, the Kimi Uta section was completely wiped out.
Yuzuhana hung her head in disappointment.
“All the merch is annihilated…”
“Well, it’s close to the end of the screening period. But hey, I already got mine.”
“When?”
“About a year or two ago. I think I went on the premiere day and bought all the character keychains and mechanical pencils.”
“People like you buying in bulk are the problem…!”
“Don’t blame me. Completing the set is a basic principle. Besides, didn’t you buy AniPara merch in bulk too? It’s for kids, and yet you weren’t very considerate.”
“What’s wrong with that?! I made sure to buy them at a store where kids wouldn’t likely go! …By the way, do you even use those mechanical pencils?”
“They’re in the drawer of my desk. …Want one?”
“W-what’s with you? Trying to lord it over me again?”
“It’s not like that. If you want one, I was just thinking I could give you one.”
The old me wouldn’t have made such an offer, no matter how much someone pressed me. But lately, my dislike for Yuzuhana has been fading. Talking with her like this doesn’t irritate me as much anymore.
Not that I plan to get along with her like we did in the past, though. At least, not until she says, “I’m sorry, Kohei-sama! It was all my fault!” with heartfelt sincerity and an earnest apology.
Still, we’re at least on speaking terms now. If I give her one of the mechanical pencils, maybe she’ll think better of me. Maybe she’ll approach me with a softer demeanor, and our constant bickering will finally lessen.
“……”
“Why are you silent all of a sudden?”
"When someone suddenly starts being nice, it feels kind of creepy."
"Hey, I went out of my way to be nice, and you call it creepy…"
"I-I meant in a good way! If you're offering, I'll take it. ...Thanks."
Her straightforward gratitude caught me off guard.
Since when did she start saying thank you? Before, she always had this attitude like she was entitled to it. Not that I’m complaining—it’s just surprising. It doesn’t feel bad, though.
"......"
"Why are you quiet now?"
"When someone thanks me so sincerely, it feels kind of creepy. ...In a good way."
She raised her eyebrows at that, so I quickly added the clarification. Yuzuhana relaxed her expression with a small smile. "Then that's fine."
After parting ways with Yuzuhana, I wandered around to look at posters, bought a drink, and headed to the theater room.
And then, in the very front row, I ran into her again.
"Why'd you pick this seat?"
"I’ve seen this movie so many times that I thought sitting somewhere unusual might make it feel fresh. What about you?"
"I figured it would be more immersive up front."
"Fair enough."
I half-expected her to say, I deliberately picked this seat to avoid sitting next to you, but… maybe the mechanical pencil did its job because she didn’t pick a fight.
We ended up sitting next to each other. After waiting for a while, the long commercials finally ended, and Kimi Uta began.
The movie kicked off with a live concert scene, and my excitement shot through the roof. Memories of being hooked on it came rushing back, and it felt like I was back in high school. I was already debating whether I should rent the whole series on the way home.
Lost in these thoughts, I enjoyed Kimi Uta to its fullest and left the theater still riding the high.
"I absolutely have to go to the live event for this!"
"Of course! I missed out last time, but this time, I’m getting in for sure!"
"Don’t come crying to me if only I win the lottery."
"You better not ask me to give up my spot either—like you did when I showed you that god-tier film frame."
"I won't say anything else. After all, this time, I'm the one who's going to pull the god-tier scene."
"If you're that confident, let's make it a contest."
"Bring it on!"
We sat down on a bench near the restroom, ready for the grand unboxing.
"…What the hell is this?"
"Let me see. …Pfft, it's pitch black."
"Of all things, space? Seriously? What about yours?"
"It's a live scene!"
"No way! Don’t tell me it’s the opening live! …Wait, what is that?"
"I said it’s a live scene."
"That’s just a shot of the mob audience!"
"A live is a live! This round is mine!"
"At least mine's hilarious. Yours is just boring."
"So you're okay with me teasing you about it for the rest of your life?"
"Yeah, no thanks…"
"Then it's my win," Yuzuha declared, refusing to budge.
She really is one stubborn woman. Then again, that’s probably why our matches in fighting games used to get so intense. She’d never let me get away with a victory, always challenging me for a rematch and improving every time. Playing with her was so fun we’d lose track of time.
"Fine. You win."
"Wow, that’s surprising. You actually admitted defeat for once. …There’s no hidden motive, is there?"
"Of course not. I’m just being mature about it. Go ahead and enjoy your mob audience guy."
"You’ve got such a knack for adding unnecessary comments," she said with a smirk as she stood up. I got to my feet as well.
Back when we got along, we’d talk about our impressions of the movie until sunset. But now, we’re just acquaintances. A simple "See you," and a short nod was all we exchanged before heading off in separate directions.
"I figured you'd show up."
"I figured you'd be here."
After grabbing lunch at a nearby burger joint, I headed to the rental shop to rewatch Kimi Uta from season one. That’s where I ran into Yuzuhana again, this time in the anime section.
Judging by her empty basket, she must’ve just arrived. The store is pretty big, so she probably has no idea where the anime she’s looking for is located.
"Looking for Kimi Uta?"
"Of course. I’m planning to binge both seasons over the weekend."
"Your love for Kimi Uta is weak. If it were me, I’d stay up all night and watch it all in one go."
"No, your Kimi Uta love is weak. If you sleep properly, you can enjoy it even more with a clear head."
"Love? Weak? I love Kimi Uta so much that watching it makes me completely forget about sleep."
"Yeah, but I have tons of Kimi Uta merch."
"There you go flaunting it again…!"
"That’s because you’re the one saying my love is weak. If your love is so strong, you should’ve already found the Kimi Uta DVDs by now."
"I just got here! I’ll find them before you and prove my love is stronger!"
"That’s my line!"
We both moved at the same time, splitting up to search different shelves. Eventually, we ended up face-to-face at a wall display.
"Found it!" "Found it!"
We spotted the Kimi Uta DVDs at the same time. Each volume had only one copy left.
Both of us reached out simultaneously, but Yuzuha was closer to the first volume and snagged it. I managed to grab the second volume, though.
"Hey! Give it back!"
"It’s not yours!"
"If I don’t have that, I can’t watch episodes three and four! Those are crucial for Miine and Tiffany’s friendship arc!"
"Then give me volume one! Without it, I can’t watch the first live performance!"
Still, I knew she wasn’t the type to just hand it over. If anything, this was only the beginning of a chaotic scramble for DVDs as we both tried to strengthen our bargaining positions.
"Hey! Don’t grab volume six! Without that, season one won’t feel complete!"
"You’re hogging volume one! Without it, season one and two don’t even start properly!"
"Then give me all of season one! I’ll let you have season two in return!"
"Let me watch season one! I’ll hand over season two!"
Of course, deep down, I knew this negotiation wasn’t going anywhere. We both wanted to watch every episode from start to finish.
And I already knew how to resolve this in a way we’d both be satisfied. It wasn’t hard to figure out. But saying it out loud? That was a different story.
Yuzuha seemed to have the same idea. She had this look like she wanted to say something but was holding back.
"I have a suggestion."
"I have a suggestion."
In the end, we both said it at the same time.
"…We’ll watch it together. That’s what you were going to say, right?"
"Yeah. There’s no other way. The only question is where."
"At my place, obviously."
"Why your place?"
"Because my TV is bigger than yours."
I didn’t know what her room—or her TV—looked like these days, so I couldn’t argue.
A bigger screen was definitely better for this, so I didn’t mind watching at her place. But…
"Are you really okay with letting me into your room?"
"Yeah, sure. But the snacks are on you."
We decided to split the rental fee, while snacks for when we got hungry were going to be on my tab.
I wasn’t thrilled about the extra expense, but the allure of the big screen was undeniable. Plus, if I brought Yuzuhana home, my family would undoubtedly tease me to no end. Reluctantly, I agreed to her terms.
Yuzuhana’s place was an apartment in a secure, auto-lock building.
Apparently, the rent was equivalent to two years of my New Year’s money. A bit steep for a kid living alone, but I could see the logic. For a girl living by herself, safety measures like these made sense—a glimpse into her parents’ protective instincts.
Yuzuhana’s hometown was a rural area with few options for high school, so she’d moved here after graduating middle school. It seems there’d been a lot of family arguments over the move, but her dad ultimately supported her living arrangement. He probably wasn’t such a bad guy.
We took the elevator to the fifth floor, stepped out, and made our way to her corner unit. The hallway was spotless, leading to a neat and cozy living room.
Sitting on a larger-than-usual armchair was Nyastar, a plush toy I’d given her long ago. Judging by its position, she probably hugged it while watching TV.
The sight gave me a strange feeling. If this were before, I’d have found it unsettling, but things were different now. My relationship with Yuzuhana had mended to the point where I could visit her home. It felt awkward, sure, but knowing she still cherished my gift didn’t bother me anymore.
Yuzuhana scooped up Nyansuta and set it down on the carpet. "I’ll grab some glasses. Wait here," she said before disappearing into the kitchen.
I placed the convenience store bag on the table and sat cross-legged on the carpet. Even with the rug beneath me, sitting on the floor for too long would probably make my butt ache. Maybe she could grab me a cushion while she was at it.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" she asked, returning with the glasses.
"What, you expect me to stand and watch?"
"Of course not. There’s a sofa right there."
"This sofa’s meant for one person, isn’t it?"
"It can fit two."
Sure, both Yuzuhana and I are on the slimmer side, so we could fit on the sofa, but...
"You’re seriously okay with me sitting next to you?"
"If you sit on the floor, you’ll keep popping into my field of vision. Watching KimiUta only to be dragged back to reality by your head would ruin it."
She’d weighed sitting beside me against her love for KimiUta and made her decision.
Choosing to share a seat with her ex-husband… This girl’s love for KimiUta is seriously something else.
Not that I was complaining. The floor wasn’t exactly appealing, so I took her up on the offer and settled onto the sofa.
After setting up the DVD, Yuzuhana plopped down next to me. Thanks to that rainy day under the shared umbrella, I guess I’d built up a bit of tolerance for being this close to her. I didn’t feel annoyed—just a little uneasy. But hey, once KimiUta started, I’d probably forget about it.
Reaching into the convenience store bag, I pulled out some juice and snacks.
"Now that I think about it, all your snack choices are basically bar food."
"I picked them out out of habit, okay? And don’t act like you don’t love Kaki-P and beef jerky."
"They’re my favorites, yeah, but with this lineup, I’m tempted to grab a beer."
"Can’t wait to be of legal age, huh? Not that it matters—you should probably lay off alcohol anyway. You’re a total disaster when you drink."
"I am not."
"You so are. Don’t tell me you forgot the time we went out drinking to celebrate finishing your thesis."
"…I don’t remember much after the third bar."
"Exactly. You were completely wasted and started hitting on someone."
"I… hit on someone?"
"You wouldn’t stop hitting on me! You were plastered, yelling stuff like, ‘Hey, Yuzuhana! There’s a goddess-level beauty right here!’ or ‘You’re my dream girl!’ or even ‘Marriage is inevitable!’"
"That’s not hitting on you—that’s just me gushing about you!"
"Yeah, well, it was embarrassing! You were shouting it for the whole bar to hear!"
"Like you’re one to talk. Don’t forget that cherry blossom party our senior year—you were just as bad!"
"…I don't remember that."
"Of course you don't! That night was seriously a mess! You got so drunk, saying stuff like 'I don't want to move until Kohei kisses me,' 'Look at me, not the cherry blossoms!' and 'I’m done with job hunting! I want to permanently work for Kohei!'"
"I-I never said anything like that! Stop making things up!"
"I’m not making things up! How many times do you think we kissed?"
"How many times?!"
"Over fifty times!"
"Now I know why my lips were sore the next day! It was all your fault!"
"Strictly speaking, it was your fault! By the way, when are we going to actually watch the anime?"
"Because you kept talking about wanting beer! I'll watch it whether you say so or not!"
Yuzuhana grabbed the remote and started playing Kimi Uta.
After our argument, it was hard to focus at first, but gradually, I got sucked into the world of Kimi Uta. The first live concert ended, then the friendship episodes, followed by the serious episodes, the incredible episodes, and finally, we entered the daily life episodes.
It was about time for dinner. I was thinking of heading home since it felt like a good stopping point when suddenly—
plop
Yuzuhana leaned her shoulder against mine, falling asleep with a peaceful little snore.
Hey, what happened to all that Kimi Uta love? Wasn’t she supposed to be so into it that sleep would vanish?
Seriously, this girl is something else. Even when we went on that late-night drive date, she invited me, but then fell asleep halfway through. Well, at least it was proof she felt safe next to me, so I didn’t mind it that much.
If this were before, I would’ve yelled, "Wake up, stop messing around!" But seeing her sleep so soundly, I couldn’t bring myself to get mad.
I switched the TV to a news program and lowered the volume.
The time passed slowly, and gradually, sleepiness started creeping in on me…
"…I'm sorry, Kohei… I'm sorry."
The faint voice made me shake off the sleepiness.
Maybe she’s dreaming about a fight we had as a couple. Yuzuhana’s face looks full of regret as she mumbles an apology.
What she’s apologizing for right now, only Yuzuhana knows.
Maybe it’s for eating the pudding I had stored in the fridge without asking. Or perhaps it’s for overwriting my saved game data. It could even be an apology for our fight.
If that’s the case, there’s something I want to say too.
"...It’s okay. I’m sorry too."
I won’t say that all the reasons that led to our divorce are my fault.
But I’m not going to put all the blame on Yuzuhana either.
I don’t have an exact memory of everything that made Yuzuhana frustrated with me, but maybe, like she said, I unknowingly made her feel inferior. Since I’ve been an otaku longer than her, I might have slipped into showing off my knowledge about anime and other otaku things, without realizing I was bragging.
And there have probably been many times when I said things I shouldn’t have, making her frustrated more than once or twice.
Yuzuhana has her flaws too. She has a tendency to put others down and can often say things that don’t need to be said.
The reason for our divorce lies with both of us.
We were both at fault.
If Yuzuhana is apologizing, then I’ll apologize too. I want to let go of the past. Let it go and start over, building our relationship from scratch.
This time, not as a married couple or lovers, but as friends.
Our married life ended in failure, but the fact that we were the best of friends—comfortable and happy together—is an undeniable truth.
When I woke up from my nap, it was dark outside the window.
Kohei, who had been absentmindedly watching a commercial, turned to look at me.
"You finally woke up."
"...What time is it?"
"It's almost 10 PM."
"Did I sleep that long? You should've woken me up..."
"I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. You were sleeping so peacefully."
Kohei sometimes does things like this. When he took me on a late-night drive date once, he turned off the radio so he wouldn't wake me up as I slept.
I could have yelled at him, saying "You were the one who invited me," but instead, he was kind and considerate.
When we weren't getting along, I thought he was a selfish guy who only cared about his own convenience. But even Kohei has his good qualities.
"How far did you get into Kimiuta?"
"Up to episode 8 of season 1."
"You've been watching TV this whole time since I fell asleep?"
"We promised to watch together. I couldn't just wake you up, though."
"Then you should've just left me behind."
"I couldn't. I don't have the key. I couldn't leave with the door wide open."
"It's fine. It's an auto-lock."
"Even so, that doesn’t mean it’s completely safe. There are times when outsiders manage to get in with residents. You should be a little more cautious."
He sounded a bit condescending, but I didn't feel angry. His concern came through.
Our relationship has improved to the point where he's worried about me like this.
That doesn't mean I want us to go back to the way we were before... to become a couple again.
But...
"...When will you come again?"
"My Kimiuta cravings have been satisfied for now, so you can finish watching the rest on your own."
"You don't want to watch it anymore?"
"It's not that I don't want to, but..."
Kohei hesitated.
I knew what he was trying to say. Going to his apartment to watch anime—that wasn't something you could call just "acquaintances" anymore. That's a kind of relationship friends have.
Lately, we haven't had any real arguments.
We still have disagreements, but it's not the same as it was during the end of our marriage.
If being together doesn’t make us feel uncomfortable, then we can say we meet the conditions of being friends.
But we did get divorced.
It might not be unusual for a couple to go from being lovers to friends, but for a married couple to become friends, that's not something that happens often. Divorce isn't something you take lightly.
"...Do you not mind me being here? You’re not bothered by it?"
There’s awkwardness from the divorce, and more importantly, we have to be careful to avoid making the same mistakes again.
So, Kohei asked me that question cautiously, as if probing.
"It’s not that I don’t mind, but... Sure, sometimes you make me irritated, and there are times when I can’t settle down."
"I feel the same."
"I thought so. But... unlike the end of our marriage, right now it's within the range of what I can tolerate. I think even regular friends might feel the same way. So...”
I’m not sure if the words I was about to say were the right ones, but I felt like I wanted to say them.
Maybe I’ll regret this later, but the time I’ve spent with Kohei recently has been enjoyable enough for me to gather the courage to take a step forward.
So…
"I suppose I could be your friend."
And so, I took a step forward.
Perhaps he had already anticipated those words, as Kohei didn’t look particularly surprised.
"…Do you really want to be on good terms with me?"
"I wouldn’t lie about something like this. …Or do you hate the idea?"
"…No, I don’t hate it. After watching KimiUta, I did think it’d be nice to talk through the night again like we used to. …But, we’re ex-spouses, you know? Do you think we can actually get along?"
"Well, we won’t know until we try spending time as friends. But if there’s one thing I can say, it’s that our marriage was what ruined our relationship. Before that, we had the best dynamic, didn’t we?"
"Yeah, I mean… I wouldn’t be exaggerating to call that the most fun time of my life."
"Right? Kohei, you were the best friend I ever had. But you weren’t the best husband for me. And I wasn’t the best wife for you, either."
Even as I said it, I didn’t want to fully accept it.
It wasn’t like everything about our married life was awful.
There were plenty of happy memories, plenty of moments that brought me joy.
But with such a disastrous ending, I couldn’t exactly say marrying him had been the right choice.
Still.
The fact remains that Kōhei and I were the best of friends.
The problem is…
"The problem is that Yuzuhana might end up falling for me again."
…Excuse me?
"You’ve got it wrong. The problem is that you’ll fall for me again, Kohei."
"No, no, you were the one who fell for me first."
"You were the one who confessed and proposed!"
"And you immediately said yes! Besides, even if I was the one who confessed, who can say who fell for whom first?"
"So, what are you saying? You don’t even want to be friends with me?"
"That’s not what I’m saying! If you swear you won’t fall for me again, then I’ll be your friend!"
"Same to you! If you swear you won’t fall for me, then I’ll consider being your friend!"
Sparks flew between us as we argued, but in the end, we became friends again.
People say that friendship between men and women can’t exist, but having already failed once, maybe we could stay within the bounds of friendship this time.
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
"Yes, see you tomorrow."
With a promise to watch more of KimiUta together, we parted ways.
Act 3 END
The reason for our divorce lies with both of us.
We were both at fault.
If Yuzuhana is apologizing, then I’ll apologize too. I want to let go of the past. Let it go and start over, building our relationship from scratch.
This time, not as a married couple or lovers, but as friends.
Our married life ended in failure, but the fact that we were the best of friends—comfortable and happy together—is an undeniable truth.
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When I woke up from my nap, it was dark outside the window.
Kohei, who had been absentmindedly watching a commercial, turned to look at me.
"You finally woke up."
"...What time is it?"
"It's almost 10 PM."
"Did I sleep that long? You should've woken me up..."
"I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. You were sleeping so peacefully."
Kohei sometimes does things like this. When he took me on a late-night drive date once, he turned off the radio so he wouldn't wake me up as I slept.
I could have yelled at him, saying "You were the one who invited me," but instead, he was kind and considerate.
When we weren't getting along, I thought he was a selfish guy who only cared about his own convenience. But even Kohei has his good qualities.
"How far did you get into Kimiuta?"
"Up to episode 8 of season 1."
"You've been watching TV this whole time since I fell asleep?"
"We promised to watch together. I couldn't just wake you up, though."
"Then you should've just left me behind."
"I couldn't. I don't have the key. I couldn't leave with the door wide open."
"It's fine. It's an auto-lock."
"Even so, that doesn’t mean it’s completely safe. There are times when outsiders manage to get in with residents. You should be a little more cautious."
He sounded a bit condescending, but I didn't feel angry. His concern came through.
Our relationship has improved to the point where he's worried about me like this.
That doesn't mean I want us to go back to the way we were before... to become a couple again.
But...
"...When will you come again?"
"My Kimiuta cravings have been satisfied for now, so you can finish watching the rest on your own."
"You don't want to watch it anymore?"
"It's not that I don't want to, but..."
Kohei hesitated.
I knew what he was trying to say. Going to his apartment to watch anime—that wasn't something you could call just "acquaintances" anymore. That's a kind of relationship friends have.
Lately, we haven't had any real arguments.
We still have disagreements, but it's not the same as it was during the end of our marriage.
If being together doesn’t make us feel uncomfortable, then we can say we meet the conditions of being friends.
But we did get divorced.
It might not be unusual for a couple to go from being lovers to friends, but for a married couple to become friends, that's not something that happens often. Divorce isn't something you take lightly.
"...Do you not mind me being here? You’re not bothered by it?"
There’s awkwardness from the divorce, and more importantly, we have to be careful to avoid making the same mistakes again.
So, Kohei asked me that question cautiously, as if probing.
"It’s not that I don’t mind, but... Sure, sometimes you make me irritated, and there are times when I can’t settle down."
"I feel the same."
"I thought so. But... unlike the end of our marriage, right now it's within the range of what I can tolerate. I think even regular friends might feel the same way. So...”
I’m not sure if the words I was about to say were the right ones, but I felt like I wanted to say them.
Maybe I’ll regret this later, but the time I’ve spent with Kohei recently has been enjoyable enough for me to gather the courage to take a step forward.
So…
"I suppose I could be your friend."
And so, I took a step forward.
Perhaps he had already anticipated those words, as Kohei didn’t look particularly surprised.
"…Do you really want to be on good terms with me?"
"I wouldn’t lie about something like this. …Or do you hate the idea?"
"…No, I don’t hate it. After watching KimiUta, I did think it’d be nice to talk through the night again like we used to. …But, we’re ex-spouses, you know? Do you think we can actually get along?"
"Well, we won’t know until we try spending time as friends. But if there’s one thing I can say, it’s that our marriage was what ruined our relationship. Before that, we had the best dynamic, didn’t we?"
"Yeah, I mean… I wouldn’t be exaggerating to call that the most fun time of my life."
"Right? Kohei, you were the best friend I ever had. But you weren’t the best husband for me. And I wasn’t the best wife for you, either."
Even as I said it, I didn’t want to fully accept it.
It wasn’t like everything about our married life was awful.
There were plenty of happy memories, plenty of moments that brought me joy.
But with such a disastrous ending, I couldn’t exactly say marrying him had been the right choice.
Still.
The fact remains that Kōhei and I were the best of friends.
The problem is…
"The problem is that Yuzuhana might end up falling for me again."
…Excuse me?
"You’ve got it wrong. The problem is that you’ll fall for me again, Kohei."
"No, no, you were the one who fell for me first."
"You were the one who confessed and proposed!"
"And you immediately said yes! Besides, even if I was the one who confessed, who can say who fell for whom first?"
"So, what are you saying? You don’t even want to be friends with me?"
"That’s not what I’m saying! If you swear you won’t fall for me again, then I’ll be your friend!"
"Same to you! If you swear you won’t fall for me, then I’ll consider being your friend!"
Sparks flew between us as we argued, but in the end, we became friends again.
People say that friendship between men and women can’t exist, but having already failed once, maybe we could stay within the bounds of friendship this time.
"Alright, see you tomorrow."
"Yes, see you tomorrow."
With a promise to watch more of KimiUta together, we parted ways.
Act 3 END
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