"I'm home—" Upon returning to my house, I called out a greeting. But there was no reply. Both Dad and Mom are at work. Their return times vary, but they generally come home late at night. Occasionally they even stay overnight. Sometimes they're gone for a few days on business trips. I do feel lonely at times, and I feel discontent. However, I'm not so childish as to pout about it. My parents work hard for my sake. Thanks to them, I live a comfortable life without want. I have every reason to be thankful, and none to hold any resentment. "Hmm" I went to my room and put my things on the bed. Then I changed into something more comfortable. "..." Normally, I'd get started on making dinner... "Hnnngh!!!" But today, I just couldn't find the will to do so and instead rolled around on my bed. The luggage fell, but I didn't care. *roll roll* *roll roll* *roll roll* Clutching a pillow, rolling from right to left. My feet kicked around playfully. And my face breaks into a grin. No good. I can't hold back the smile. "Yuuki-san, Yuuki-san, Yuuki-san...!" I like you. I really like you. I love you. Super like you! I'm incredibly fond of you! I'm extremely in love with you! I can't take it anymore. This "liking" feeling spills out one after another, and I feel like I'm going to lose it. Twisting with glee, grinning, twisting again... it just keeps repeating. All I do is think about Yuuki-san, over and over. I feel like I might go crazy because I love you too much. "Ehe, ehehehe♪" Suddenly, I stop and pick up the shoulder bag gift. A present from Yuuki-san. Maybe... someone gave him advice. It's a surprisingly stylish choice for Hiro, unexpected indeed.

But still, I'm thrilled. The fact that he sought advice means he thought of me. It means he worried over what to choose. The person I love is spending time for my sake. Isn't that a sign of ultimate happiness for a woman? Isn't it unbearably delightful? "Well, maybe it's too soon for me to be talking about being a woman." After all, I'm still in elementary school. That's the frustrating part. "If I were an adult woman, I might have tried to seduce Yuuki-san..." Sadly, I'm as flat and unremarkable as a board. Ugh... I'm so annoyed with my slow development. Especially when there's someone in class who's growing up so fast. "However, I won't give up! If I can't change being an elementary school student... then I'll just have to make it my weapon and fight!" To be specific, I'll make Yuuki-san develop a fondness for younger girls. For little kids... Or rather, I'll subtly influence his thinking to make someone much younger his type. Then everything would be perfect. A relationship between me and Yuuki-san could be possible. Yes, yes. This is the blueprint for a happy future. "But..." I rolled around and hugged my pillow tightly. "I was truly... so happy." He took me to a restaurant where I could enjoy delicious food. He prepared a present for me. After that, he played with me at places he knew I'd enjoy, giving me a wonderful time. Normally, I don't think anyone would do so much. Even close friends would probably be more nonchalant. On top of that, I've confessed to Yuuki-san. A confession from an elementary school girl should be nothing but a hassle, something to avoid. But he didn't shy away; he faced it properly... He treated me not just as an elementary school student, but as a "girl". How thrilling it is for me, who finds it vexing to be a child, to have such joy. And how blissful it is to have you by my side. "Ah, I don't know if you realize it, Yuuki-san, but what are you planning to do after making me fall for you this much? I love you, I'm so in love with you, it's driving me crazy." Every 10 seconds, I find myself thinking about Yuuki-san. I get the urge to hear your voice so badly that I want to call you without a second thought about the phone bill. I long to hear your gentle voice. I long to see your cheerful face. I wish for your large hand to gently caress my head. And then, and then... "Uuuuuhhhhh!!! Haaauuuuuuuu♪" Caught up in my fantasies, I end up writhing on the bed once more.