10 PM.
Iori is looking at the childhood photos. There are a lot of pictures of her, Takeshi, and Haru. Takeshi always fought with her over the smallest matter. Haru would be the mediator. Is it her fault that she could never imagine Takeshi liking her? That aloof boy has never treated her like a girl. That's why she was shocked that she was kissed by him.
Liking her? It felt like a prank.
One of the photographs catches her eyes. It's the first day of middle school. Takeshi's mother took this photo.
They are standing together in the new uniform. Takeshi is looking to his right while she and Haru are gazing straight at the camera. She follows Takeshi's gaze in the picture. She notices that his eyes are focussed on her reflection on the glass wall. The corners of his lips are slanted upward.
