Love Before Graduation

We thought the matter was over.

But no, it was just a simmering storm, ready to raise its head again.

In the hot afternoon sun, while the children were running around like ants in the field, Nami and I reluctantly settled down in our respective places. There was a stone bench, whose coolness also contained the anger of the afternoon.

I poked my food with my fork as if it were a corpse.

Nami mumbled, crushing her juice box,

"Something is cooking."

I looked up.

There it was—Suhina.

In the midst of her flock, making poison.

She glanced at me every few seconds, then disappeared into a deep whisper.

As if she was plotting some great conspiracy, but there was a layer of stupidity on her face, which anyone could read.