Little Hearts in Your Heart

Chapters 11. Ordinary Memory, Unused

Miki held her nose. He could not stop swearing. Kaori in front of him just calmed him down. “If my nose is broken, I will sue him.”

Kaori sneered. “Miki-chan, I will support you. If you lose your pretty face,” whispered.

“Already, don't pretend,” hiss Miki. “You're also one of his fans, right?”

Kaori shakes. He stood up when he heard the bell break. He shifted the table, fusing it with Miki's table. “Miki-nee.. I mean, Miki-chan, I made two,” she said with a big smile and pulled out two lunches onto the table. With a red polkadot patterned package and one is black. “For you. Yesterday, I saw you didn't bring stock.”

“Thank you well,” said Miki.

“Miki-san..

Miki turned her head towards the front door on her name call. Megumi and Yoko enter with a small bag containing a sports uniform. “Miki-san, are you okay?” ask them to worry.

Miki nodded. “You're done seeing your idol?”

Megumi and Yoko look at each other. “Sorry well,” says they stick out the tongue. “Soyal today, he looks very shining. Sakuragi-kun's.”.

Miki sighed. Shoring chin.

Megumi and Yoko look at the bento in front of them. Turn around taking her food box as well and go back to Miki's desk and pull the chair.

“Let's eat,” Kaori said, smiled, and opened her and Miki's bento packs.

Miki nodded. Take chopsticks. And rubbed his eyes when he saw the contents of the bento.

“How?” Kaori smiled very widely.

Miki just sighed. And start getting rid of red peppers from the top of the brown rice. He saw once again, the food in front of him, red rice, red chili, meat with red sauce, sausage, small tomatoes, cherry. Miki quiet. “Thank you well,” said, sincere. He smiled at Kaori. The girl before him must have made it based on Miki's favorite color.

Kaori nodded, pleased.

“Miki-san make it yourself?” ask Megumi, open the lock.

Miki shook her head and looked at Kaori.

“Kaori? You must have made it yourself. It looks very strange,” said Yoko looking at Kaori's food supply.

“Mother does not exist. So I have to make it myself.”

Miki looked at Kaori. Unsuspectedly. “Oh yes,” said Miki, suddenly, and took out a plastic container, containing strawberry fruit. “Ibuku sent this strawberry. Be eating. Very sweet.”

“Eh? Miki-san's mother doesn't live together?” ask Megumi, while Yoko has tasted strawberries.

“Ah, yes. I live alone,” muttered Miki and ate cherry tomatoes. “Eat. Don't talk constantly,” he said filling his mouth full.

“What is Arai-san in this class?”

All quiet. All eyes were on the man who made a sound. Everyone hold their breath.

“Arai-san, oh, Miki-chan?” Hide made a sound to answer the question, his index finger fixed to the back seat.

“Ah, he is handsome once,” muttered Megumi, holding his breath. He took a deep breath as the man stood near them. I felt the perfume of that man. He laughed a little. “Sakuragi-kun, what is it?”

“Arai-san?” Sakuragi made sure and smiled. “This,” said hand over a bottle of fruit drink, strawberry flavor.

“Eh,” Miki points herself. He immediately chewed his food and swallowed it.

Kaori immediately grabbed a drink from Sakuragi's hand as Miki was seen choking on the food. “Be careful, Miki.”

Miki took a few gulps. “That's because you made the rice too hard,” he said blaming Kaori.

“It is not good to blame your own friend, Arai-san.”

All eyes see Sakuragi.

Sakuragi tilted his head, he looked regretful of having said it. “It.... uh, I'm sorry about the incident earlier. I hope I didn't break your nose.”

Miki smiled, stiff. “Tak problems.”

“Miki-chan was satisfied swearing earlier,” Kaori muttered, chuckling. “Oh yes, Miki-chan, can I take this home?” the question is, touch the strawberry box. “Oniichan really likes this.”

“For Ken-san? It was just a little. Later you take it, at home there are still many.”

Sakuragi.

Megumi then nudged Miki's arm. “You ignored Sakuragi,” whispered.

 “If you're okay, I'm sorry,” said Sakuragi, scratching his head, slightly misbehaving. He just felt neglected.

“Wait for Sakuragi-kun,” prevent Megumi, “it, can I take one photo,” pinta Megumi.

“Ah?” Sakuragi, smile, weird. His prince's face appeared in his head, but he nodded.

Megumi squealed, pleased.  “I told you he was very good, Yoko,” he said pulled out his phone. “Hurry,” pinta Megumi and Yoko immediately stand up, tidying herself up and getting close to Sakuragi's side. “Miki-san, please,” he gave up his phone.

Miki nodded and grabbed Megumi's phone. “Eh, Kaori, don't you want to? Wasn't he the actor

famous at the moment?”

“Ah?” Kaori was eating soberly, she nodded and moved to Yoko's side.

Miki raised her finger, counting. “Done.”

“Miki-san, don't want?” ask Megumi when she sees the photo. “Hurry, Miki-san. Sakuragi-kun will be rare.”

Miki actually wanted to refuse, but it was not nice with the actor who was still there. He nodded, swapping places with Megumi. Yoko also does not come, while Megumi touches the phone screen, Kaori moves to the middle and makes Miki and Sakuragi see her. Strange expression.

I got a photo in class this afternoon, Megumi made me accept it. But I'm happy. I don't have any photos with Japanese celebrities. And when I saw him back, I realized that people, I mean this actor, are actors I've seen on TV and are the source of ideas. But maybe because my script wasn't very good, I forgot about the guy. Maybe if only my script had been accepted, he wouldn't just be a wasted memory in my brain, he might have imprinted. Aren't there many people like that in my life? I too, must have been an ordinary memory that does not store memories in the lives of others. Mickey.*