"Great job Erickson. You beat your time. Six minutes and two seconds. You've really improved."

"Thanks, Coach Henderson," I reply. I start to head to the locker room when I see a familiar face walking out of the school. It's  Sayako Manabu. Childhood friend and first love. In some animes, first loves never work out. But I'm sure mine will. Sayako looks the same as when we were in kindergarten. Big brown eyes, slightly chubby cheeks, long brown hair with bangs almost covering her eyes, and still as shy as ever.

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"Saaya!" I call, she quickly turns her head to the sound of my voice. Once she sees me, she dashes through the track field and immediately hugs me. Now realizing what she has just done, immediately backs away from me.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me," she stammers. "It's okay, really," I reassure her.  She buries her face in her hands.

"That was so embarrassing," she mumbles. I reach to take her hands off her face. I uncover her face to see that she's beet red.