The school's Club Festival was coming up, and every club was preparing like their lives depended on it. Miyu was in the art club, while I had joined the photography club.
"I want you to visit our room," she said, handing me a tiny invitation she made. It was painted with watercolor flowers.
"Only if you visit mine too," I smiled.
We spent the week decorating. I took pictures of each club's setup while Miyu helped paint giant murals in the hallway. Our classrooms buzzed with excitement.
When the festival day arrived, Miyu led me by the hand to her club's exhibit first. Her paintings were beautiful, but one stopped me cold—a watercolor of the sakura bench behind the science building.
"That's our place," I whispered.
She blushed. "I wanted to paint something meaningful."