In the afternoon, the clouds of the rainy season had parted and the early summer red evening sun was illuminating the ground during the club's evening activities. The school building, painted with cream-colored paint, was stained red, and the red of the setting sun and the white light from the lights installed on the roof of the school building stretched the shadows of the students of the soccer and track clubs standing on the field.
After the red-and-white game, the last practice session of the day was over, and the club members immediately began cleaning up. The freshmen went to work on field maintenance, and the guys nearby kicked the ball, which was scattered around the field, toward the benches. Tachibana went after the ball as it rolled by, picked it up with her hand, and popped it into the ball basket. Yuriko, who was with her by the bench, walked toward the pitch and collected the players' bibs.
I took off my orange bib too and brought it to Yuriko.
When Yuriko looked at me, she turned away with a 'Hmph' and snatched away only the bib.
I said, "What was that?" and Yuriko immediately replied, "What?" with a blank expression on her face.
For a moment I was miffed, but then I let out a sigh and apologized, saying, "Lunchtime, I'm sorry."
Since then, throughout the afternoon classes, I had felt that I had responded to Yuriko in a strange way, as if I had been making excuses or hiding something, as if there was something fishy going on during lunch break. If she had spoken to me like that, I would have thought she was acting strangely.
"I don't think there was anything to hide from you about that matter."
Yuriko returned her gaze to me, looked me in the eye, and then gave me a somewhat sarcastic, wry smile, as if to say, "It can't be helped."
"I'm fine with that. You've been honest with me in your own way. I don't think there's anything strange about you. I know you're far from that kind of thing."
"What's that?"
"Just like what I said."
Yuriko said with a wry smile as she walked beside me, gathering up the bibs she had collected.
"But, I'd like to meet her once, too, if possible. We live in the same neighborhood, and we might be able to get along."
"Understood. I'll introduce you when I get a chance."
"Yeah. Please do it as soon as possible."
Yuriko said in a cheerful tone of voice and ran toward the equipment shed with a bunch of bibs.
After the party broke up a little after 7:00 p.m., I went home with Yuriko and a few other soccer club members who were commuting by bicycle to school in the same direction and arrived home around 8:00 p.m. when the sun had completely set. The front door was locked. No lights were on in any of the rooms, so I guessed that no one had returned home yet.
I took the key out of my bag, opened the front door, and entered the darkened house. I turned on the light switch, took off my shoes, went into my room, prepared a change of clothes, and headed for the bathroom to wash off my sweat.
After taking a quick shower, cleaning the bathtub, and changing into shorts and a T-shirt, I sat down at the desk in my room.
Then, I picked up a magazine to which my brother had contributed a review, which I had left on my desk, and flipped through it.
This magazine for young people, which collected articles on fashion, movies, and music, had a section for film and book reviews, where young critics and intellectuals published their reviews every week. My brother wrote one review a month on a new novel.
When it was decided that his article would be published in this magazine, he said something like, "It's Oyaji no Nanahikari,". However, I think it must be a great achievement for a student to be able to publish such a piece of writing in a magazine. Also, it seemed that the reviews written by my brother were the most popular in this section, and I, his younger brother, found them interesting to read.
I read the magazine until it was time to start cooking dinner and then left the room to go to the kitchen.
Just as I started down the stairs, the front door opened. Still unfamiliar, a uniform with a cream-colored vest. It was Izumi. She had a school bag slung over her shoulder and was taking off her brown leather shoes at the entrance.
Izumi noticed me coming down the stairs and, "Oh, Kenichi-kun. I'm home," she said, looking up at me and smiling.
"Welcome home," I replied. I went straight into the living room. Izumi put on her slippers and went up the stairs.