
Right when we start to head home…
Tohsaka suddenly asks that question.
"Huh

?"
I don't even need to answer.
It was fun.
It's like I got thrown in a washing machine and turned around and around.
I feel like my nervousness got washed away along with the dirt.
But…
"So? Was it fun, Shirou?"
"I give up. It's been a long time since I've played this much. Man, you really did take me to so many places."
Um, the more fun it is…
The more awkward I get, feeling that such a thing is more than I deserve.
"…I see. I don't know what you're thinking about, but honestly tell me it was fun if it was. You're being rude to the one that escorted you."
"Huh…? No, that's not what I meant."
"Yes, that's what you meant. You're unconsciously putting brakes on. …Heh, I don't know what happened to you before, but why don't you just forget it if it's so painful?"
"
"
…My breath stops.
It feels like she stuck a knife into my wound with amazing precision.
"Tohsaka, that's…"
"It's not something I care about. …Well, I fulfilled my original objective, so it's all your problem now."
With her hair trailing behind her, Tohsaka heads to the hill road.
Not towards the Western-style houses, but to the Japanese-style houses.
"……"
I stand there in a daze.