She noticed there were minimal changes in her old school the last time she attend in her 2nd grade: the trees are taller, the playground has a new slide, the teachers have new uniforms and plenty of unfamiliar faces mixed into familiar ones.

Directly across where she stood is a basketball court and the single-storey building for the 1st and 2nd graders connected to the main campus one. She remembered a boy called Gojo from the pre-school rooms who used to follow her around like sneaking out of his classroom just to make faces in front of the windows while her former teacher was writing on the chalkboard or bother her for sweets from her lunchbox. The pre-schooler was quite a troublemaker who never understood bathroom privacy. She remembered his blue eye used to peak through the keyhole while she washed her hands. She shuddered at the the memory.

She observed few of the familiar ones playing at the swings while trying to jump out of it.

There was a quick movement in the corner of her vision originating from the 1st-2nd grade building but she choose to ignore it because she recognized a tiny girl named Shoko making a perfect landing by jumping out of the swing. Another boy with black hair cheered from another swing, his voice mixing with the ambiance of the students.

It is very noisy from her spot because of the sounds of purring engines from vehicles and the voices of laughing and screaming children. But it is not enough to drown out the high pitch voice of a certain someone...

"UTAHIME! I LOVE YOU!"

"Wha-?" Her head swiveled towards the direction of the 1st-2nd grade building. She spotted a familiar short figure with white hair standing between the building and the baskteball court with legs spread out and hands cupped on either side of his grinning mouth.

"HaaAAAH?!" It's that pervert boy Gojo! Gojo's classmates that were loitering in the court laughed at him and cooed. 

The grinning boy took a deep breath and shouted.

"I SAID UTAHIME! I LOVE YOU!"

Utahime opened her mouth to make a reply but didn't get a chance to because her driver, either he was unaware of the commotion or was very good at appearing apathetic, "Hey, let's go," he tapped her shoulder to return to the trike.

She followed him and the newly picked kid but not without looking over her shoulder and irritatingly stared at the grinning Gojo who stared back.

Good thing Utahime doesn't attend to that school anymore. Oh, the embarrassment and the teasing that she would get if she does--like her classmates hiding her lunchbox. Hopefully she would never see the kid again. She thought as she hopped back inside the trike.

Utahime saw him again in middle school.