After a long day, I am now on my way home. Today I went to the same coffee shop I went to yesterday, but I only had coffee today because eating until dinner every day will soon run out of pocket money.
I got some money for the incident in junior high school, but I haven’t spent it basically because it makes me feel crazy about money.
As I was walking through the Akaneiro-tinged streets, thinking about getting a part-time job like a student, I saw a familiar face. The other side noticed me and came running towards me.
“Hello, Renya, are you going home?”
It was one of my childhood friends, Takuma Aikawa, who came running all the way to talk to me. He has short hair that stands up straight and a fresh face. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter what a guy looks like ( bitter )
“How’s high school going? Are you getting along?”
“Are you my parents?”
Why is he asking me that? That’s not your character.
“I’m the only one of our childhood friends group who went to a different high school. I’m curious.”
“So that is how it is. Well, I’m doing fine.”
I don’t know what you mean by “getting along”.
“I’m glad to hear that. So, if you’re going home around this time, does that mean you’re going home from club activities too? I’m in the soccer team, by the way!”
“No, I was just stopping by a coffee shop. I’m in the homecoming club.”
“…..You’re not on the soccer team?”
“I don’t want to play soccer anymore. I told Fujibayashi that.”
Why do Fujibayashi, Aikawa and the others think I’m going to play soccer? I’m not interested anymore.
“Why is that? I wanted to play for the national championship with you.”
“Do I have to explain this again?”
I’ve already explained it to Fujibayashi, so why not? Good luck aiming for the national championship.
“Are you done? Well then, work hard for the national championship.”
I waved to Aikawa, who still looked like he wanted to say something, and I headed home. When I was in junior high school, I used to dream of one day standing on the national pitch, but that was in the past. Now I have no desire to do so.
“I thought maybe when I was in high school, but no…”
I, Takuma Aikawa, muttered to myself as I watched Renya’s back as he walked away.
My precious childhood friend has changed. I’m still angry at myself for not believing in Renya in the past.
When we were in junior high school, he was the leader and I was the striker. In the second year of junior high school, we made it to the national championships, but in the third year, he was no longer with us, and the team was dragged down to the prefectural championships because of him.
Renya had left the soccer team when he was in the eighth grade, but wondered if he might start playing again in high school without the teammates who had hurt him.
I wasn’t smart enough to go to the same high school as him, unlike my childhood friends who followed him, and I wanted to stand on the same pitch with him as a rival, but that was no longer possible.
The days when every day seemed to be shining are now a thing of the past, and now every day seems to have faded away.
If I could, I would go back in time and start over. But time doesn’t stop, it doesn’t go back, it just goes forward.
No matter how much I want to go back to the past.