Karaoke (1)

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A figure could be seen sprinting across the field.

Wind-tossed, thick black hair.

Unlike the image in her memory, he seemed to have grown quite a bit taller. Perhaps because of that, the line of his jaw had become more pronounced.

Compared to how he had looked in middle school, he had changed so much that she might not have recognized him at first.

“Huh···.”

But there was no way she could fail to recognize that characteristically indifferent gaze.

A particularly self-righteous look, as if he knew everything about everything.

That was the distinctive quality that made her recognize him again...