to do. It’s bad for both the body and the mind to do something you don’t want to do.In other words, you’ll live a healthier life if you don’t do what you don’t want to do. Okay, I quit. I spun my pencil, shut the textbook, and decided to watch my sedative. I was referring to the sedative for soothing my pessimistic soul, by which I mean the maid sitting across the table and working on her math problem set.
She stared earnestly at her problem set as she periodically scribbled in her notebook before becoming deep in thought with a listless look on her face until she jumped as though a lightbulb had gone off in her head and her pencil raced across the paper. And naturally, the girl repeating this cycle was none other than Mikuru Asahina.
The mere sight of her is enough to calm me down. I was feeling so amiable that I would have been willing to donate more than just a few coins to the bell ringers on the streets. Asahina was so focused on studying math that she didn’t even notice me watching her. Every one of her movements was enough to make me smile. In fact, I had a big grin plastered on my face. I felt like I was watching a baby seal.
Our eyes met.
“Ah. Wh-What is it? Did I do something strange?”
Asahina looked herself over in a fluster. That was quite a fine sight and I was about to deliver some form of angel metaphor when…
“Hey, hey!”
The door flew open and the rude girl made her rude entrance.
“Sorriez. Didn’t mean to be late.”
No need to apologize. Nobody was waiting for you.
Haruhi showed up speaking in a boisterous voice with a chunky stalk of bamboo over her shoulder. It was a fresh one, thick with deep green bamboo leaves.
“Why did you bring that here? Are you planning on making a safe box or something?”
Haruhi puffed up in response.
“To hang wish cards on, obviously.”
Why? For what reason?
“No real reason. I just suddenly felt like doing it and it’s been a while. Plus we get to hang up our wishes. Since today is Tanabata after all.”
… As always, her actions truly had no meaning.
“Where’d you get that from?”
“The thicket behind our school.”
Pretty sure that’s private property. Damn bamboo thief.
“Who cares, really? The roots are still under the earth so it doesn’t matter if one stalk on the surface is missing. Though it might be considered a crime if I stole a bamboo shoot. Anyway, I’m all itchy after being bitten by mosquitoes. Mikuru, could you apply some ointment to my back?”
“Ah… yes! At once!”
Asahina quickly ran over with the first aid kit in her hands. She looked like a nurse in training as she took out the tube of ointment and stuck her hand under the hem of Haruhi’s sailor uniform to reach her back. Haruhi continued talking as she bent forward.
“A little more to the right… That’s too far right. Yeah, that’s the spot.”
Haruhi closed her eyes like a kitten being scratched on its chin, but once the bamboo was placed next to the window, she stood on top of the brigade chief’s desk before pulling a number of paper cards out of nowhere. She smiled cheerfully.
“Come on, write down your wishes.”
Nagato abruptly looked up. Koizumi had a mocking smile on his face. Asahina’s eyes were as wide as saucers. This came out of nowhere, and now she’s pulling leaves off the bamboo. Haruhi hopped off the desk with a flip of her skirt.
“But there are conditions.”
“What?”
“Kyon, do you know who grants wishes on Tanabata?”
“Orihime and Hikoboshi, right?”
“Correct, ten points. Then, do you know what stars Orihime and Hikoboshi refer to?”
“No clue.”
“Vega and Altair, I believe.”
Koizumi promptly answered.
“Exactly! Eighty-five points! Those are the exact stars I was referring to! In other words, we should hang the wish cards facing those stars. Got it?”
“What are you trying to say? And what would the remaining fifteen points cover?”
“Ahem,” was the arrogant response
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