Three Days of Happiness

I started on the path into the thicket, then walked off the trail for
about five minutes before I reached my destination.
There was a broken-down bus there which served as a so-called
“secret base” for Himeno and I in our youth.
The remaining specks of red paint on the bus looked like rust from a
distance, but if you went inside and could ignore all the dust built
up on the seats and floors, it looked unexpectedly nice. It seemed
like it should have been crawling with bugs, but I barely saw any.
I walked around the bus looking for traces of Himeno and I. But as I
went to leave after not finding anything and giving up, I finally
noticed something on the driver’s seat.
Something was written on the side of the seat in blue permanent
marker. I took a close look at it and realized it was an arrow.
Looking to where it pointed, I found another arrow.
After being directed around by six arrows, I found, on the back of a
seat, what seemed to be an ai-ai-gasa. The silly elementary school
thing where you write your name and the person you secretly love
under an umbrella.
Naturally, it was my name and Himeno’s.
I had no memory of drawing such a thing, and only Himeno and I
knew about this place - so it had to have been Himeno.
I didn’t think her the kind to do something so traditionally girly. Still,
a smile formed on my lips.
I stared at the umbrella for a while. Miyagi watched from behind,
but didn’t appear to be preparing any sarcastic comments.
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