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"I missed you," Sayu whispered, her gleaming black hair streaming behind her from the wind.

"I did too, but it's all right, I'm here now." Matsuda leaned in to kiss her, but was distracted by the book flying over her head.

"Matsuda! Will you please pay attention?" Aizawa snapped, brandishing another book.

Matsuda groaned and put his chin into his hand. At this point in the conversation, Matsuda didn't bother trying to figure out what they were talking about, since he hadn't been listening to any word that had been spoken.

When the speech was over, Matsuda had only been so happy one other time: when he had smeared mud all over his grandmother's car windows. Which is a story that no one should ask about.

"What's wrong, Matsuda?" Aizawa asked as Matsuda was walking by his desk.

"Hm? Oh, nothing."

"Right. You have lovesickness written all over your face." Aizawa chuckled, setting a stack of paper on the side of his desk.

"Then why did you ask?" Matsuda said. He wished that he hadn't told Aizawa that he had met Sayu on his vacation.

"I was just wondering if you'd admit it."

"Admit what?" Matsuda asked, standing straighter and narrowing his eyes.

Aizawa shook his head. He had decided to just keep his hair cut than to grow it back out again. "You act just like I did when I met my wife."

"I think you just degraded your stature by comparing yourself to me."

"I guess everyone acts like fools when they're in love."

"I guess…hey, wait a minute."

"Even so," Aizawa said before Matsuda could finish, "what do you plan to do?"

"I…I don't know," Matsuda said. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Well, actually, I was thinking of heading back there this weekend. Like a surprise visit…"

"It's only been a week."

"You asked what I was planning to do, don't laugh at it," Matsuda grumbled.

"You're going to be paying a fortune for all the gas you'll need if you go back every weekend."

"Yeah, but her smile is worth it." It took Matsuda moment to realize what he had just said out loud. He became conscious of it so soon because of Aizawa's laughter.

Aizawa put a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound. Matsuda nearly had smoke coming out of his ears.

"I actually did want to ask you this, but I kept forgetting," Aizawa said, making Matsuda's ears perk, even though his eyebrows were still furrowed.

Five minutes went by as Aizawa read a piece of paper.

"What were you going to say?" Matsuda asked.

"Hm? Oh. I was wondering how it would work out between you two if anything else blossoms. Are you going to move to the country?"

Matsuda scratched the back of his head. "I guess I haven't really thought of it. Why wouldn't she come back here?"

"Are you kidding? She ran from this place. She won't come back."

"I…I guess she wouldn't," Matsuda said, his forehead crinkling.

"And what about her brother? Are you ever going to tell her the truth?"

"Brain overload!" Matsuda said, covering his ears with his hands. "Stop talking!"

"Well, just wanted to give you something to think about."

Matsuda dropped his hands and nodded, sighing. "I don't know how I'll tell her."

The two were silent for a few minutes, and then Aizawa shoved a stack of paper towards Matsuda. "You can do this paperwork when you're thinking about her smile."

"Oh, shut up!"