Part 19: Encounter, Part 2
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Masako: Eek!
Tomoe: Come on, Yui!
Kanna: Gross! I just got sprayed!

Tomoe: Ugh, honestly...
Masako: Tissues...tissues... Huh? Where'd I put them?

Kanna: Great! Don't mind if I do.
Masako: What? She was talking to me! May I have one too, please?

Masako: Thanks!
Tomoe: You guys really should keep extras with you, you know.
Masako: Heh heh...
Kanna: Well sor-ry!
Tomoe: Honestly...

Tomoe: You remember! We were talking about what it's like to be seniors now.

Tomoe: While graduation is important, don't forget there's life afterwards to think about as well.

Tomoe: Our careers!
Kanna: Ulp...
Masako: Nooooo, I really don't want to think about that!

Kanna: No kidding! What are we going to do with our lives? It's scary!
Masako: Any ideas, Yui? You have any plans for the future?

Kanna: What?!
Tomoe: Well, don't leave us hanging! Out with it, girl!

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My name is Yui Shishido. I'm 17 and my dream is to be a teacher! I butt into the lives of others without a second thought, and I spend most of my time doing nothing important. But I believe that even someone like me can make her dream come true, with enough hard work!
Thanks to the wonders of a first-person viewpoint, there are no mugshots for teenage Yui. Thankfully, Yui hasn't aged a day since she was 17, so her adult mugshots look just fine aside from the occasional bit of pink shirt that slips in.

The cherry blossoms were in bloom and the rustling wind carried with it the soft warmth of the season. I was a high school senior now, and was devoting myself to my studies in preparation for the day my dream could become reality. And that dream was to become an English teacher. My grades were on the fence for getting into the university I wanted, though. So my best bet was to score a special recommendation from the academy.

After school one day, I was summoned to the teachers' staff room. I was freaking out that maybe I'd failed or my grades weren't good enough for the school I wanted to go to, or something terrible like that. But it turned out my fears were all for naught.





I turned around, still holding the garbage can. The voice belonged to a male student I had never spoken with before. I'd seen him around a lot, though. His name was Tsukasa Mikuni, from class 7.


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I remember it well even now. This was my first time talking with Tsukasa, and he left a strong first impression on me.













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Most of the times I'd seen Tsukasa before this were in the school courtyard. He spent a lot of time there sitting alone on a bench. Even after school or during summer vacation, if I happened to pass by, I would always see him there. And after this little encounter, we'd go on to make many fond memories together. Yet somehow, the image of Tsukasa that stands out most in my mind is of him seated alone on that courtyard bench.






That courtyard bench was a sort of mystical place. The leaves rustled over your head, and if you closed your eyes and opened your ears, it felt as though you were in the middle of some forest. And then if you looked straight up, the sunlight poured in through the leaves and you almost felt like you were in another world.












We were both silent for a bit, but strangely, it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable.



















And I've always loved the feeling I get when I know my words helped brighten someone's day. I must have been sporting one hell of a goofy smile at that moment.











Laughing, Tsukasa finished up his drink, then grabbed the now-empty trash can he'd carried to the dumpster for me.








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And in a high school crowd, most people don't take you very seriously when you say you're trying to become a teacher. Tsukasa just wan't like most people, I guess.


After the school day ended, the senior floor was always a lot more quiet than its underclassman counterparts. Everyone was off studying hard at the library or with tutors. So one day, thinking no one else was around, I sat down in a lonely corner of the hallway. Initially, I had grabbed my shoes and left the classroom, intending to head home. But along the way, I just started crying. I was overwhelmed. My sobs echoed from one end of the hallway to the other.

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That day, I had finally received a special recommendation to my top choice university. I was so excited, I just wanted to tell someone. So I told my friend Tomoe...but her usually supportive demeanor took on a somewhat harsher edge.


So I smiled and told her I didn't care. That's what I said, anyway.

But how couldn't I care? Tomoe's dismissive words struck me like a dagger to my chest.


I kept wiping the tears from my eyes, only for new ones to take their place immediately. Why didn't I think of this sooner? So many people were still facing uncertain futures with no real goals in mind. And I was completely oblivious to it. I was the one with a dream, running around like the cock of the walk and blabbing about my successes and aspirations. I wouldn't blame them if they hated me. Could someone that insensitive to the feelings of so many other people...really become a teacher? Did I ever even have what it takes to begin with?


I quickly turned toward the voice that had called out to me and found Tsukasa standing there. We'd never said a word before when passing each other in the hall, but he spoke to me that day with no reservations, as if we were old chums.





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I'm not sure if I did it out of respect for Tsukasa or just because I wanted to change the subject, but I cut myself off mid-sentence. I was doing it again! What was I thinking?! Now even Tsukasa was going to hate me for being a braggart. Hell, I hated myself. I was the worst. Just the worst!
But...
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...He was happy for me? A bit taken aback, I nodded firmly.



















Then, as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes lit up.



He was holding something.
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In his outstretched hand rested a short, stubby little pencil. Not the sort of thing you'd expect someone to go out of their way to lend you. It was pocked here and there with small scratches, but it still seemed to be in relatively decent shape considering how obviously well-worn it was.
















I took the pencil and nodded, smiling. This time, Tsukasa returned my smile.



Tsukasa had somehow sussed out from our conversation that I was crying because I'd upset Tomoe. And he was turning that fact around to offer me encouragement!


I'd heard you shouldn't wish someone luck in times of stress, as it just adds more pressure. That's why people tell actors to "break a leg" instead. But I didn't care. Taboo or no, I cherished his kind words.



But it didn't seem like he noticed, and there wasn't really any indication that he felt the same way anyway.
