Reconciliation Theater [Weekly Short-Short Note]

I never imagined I'd be seen shopping with her...

I'm glad I managed to play it off by saying I went with my sister.

I had made a mysterious ironclad rule with three of my friends that none of us would get a girlfriend until we graduated high school.

Wait, hold on. Can I even call her my girlfriend yet? Isn't it just that my childhood friend wanted to buy camping gear, so we went to Alpin in Shinjuku together?

We haven't even held hands or kissed yet, so isn't that safe? Actually, what does 'safe' even mean?

What have you been muttering to yourself about for a while now?
Huh? Oh, you know, practicing for a play.

You're in the track and field club, aren't you?
Huh? Oh, you know, for the school festival...

You don't have a sister.
Oh, you knew that...

I'll tell the truth. I just went shopping with her—no, with my childhood friend. It's nothing more, and nothing less than that.

You were the last one.
Hm? The last one?

To get a girlfriend.
Huh?

Since everyone broke the ironclad rule, we're reconciled now.

I feel somewhat unsatisfied. It's like I was being made to dance in a one-man theater.

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I am participating in Tarahakani-san's project.
Thank you for every week.

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