4. White Day
Karin blinked a few times at seeing the stuffed animal on her desk at home. She had come into the room with her school bag to find Toshiro lying on her bed with his arms behind his head. She brushed it off until she got to her desk. "Toshiro..."
"Hmm..."
"What's with this stuffed toy?"
"It's yours."
"No... I don't have any stuffed toys. Where did it come from?"
"Me."
"You bought it for me? Why would you do something like that?"
"I didn't buy it. I made it."
Karin sighed. "All right. So you didn't buy it. Why make me something like this?"
"For White Day."
"I told you that I didn't need a gift." Karin frowned.
"I told you I wanted to give you something."
"Why this?"
"It's soft."
"Soft?"
"And cute."
Karin's frown deepened. "Soft and cute?"
"It isn't?" Toshiro's voice strained. "I thought so."
"I'm not saying it isn't. This really isn't me." The girl paused, picking up the stuffed animal in her hand.
"So... you hate it."
The stuffed animal reminded her of Toshiro's snowman ice sculpture, full of innocence. "No. I actually like it."
"I'm glad. I was really worried that you wouldn't."