Osananajimi wa, Nyaa to Naite Skirt no Naka

When I saw “Maki Saihara” listed in the roster of my new class, the weight of that name made me feel as if I can't move at all. Maki is a dear childhood friend, but we haven't spoken in over a year.

(How did I talk to Maki......?)
The distance between me and my childhood friend seems very far, even though she is sitting right next...