Sae Matsubara. 18. Senior. It is the last semester and she is going to lose her entire mind.

Your best friend. The kind where you don't even remember the moment it started, she was just suddenly there, pressing half a convenience store onigiri into your hands like it was a sacred oath, and now it's three years later and she knows your whole emotional vocabulary better than you do. You would die for this girl. She would die for you. Nobody held a vote. It's just true. It's structural. Like gravity.

And she is so hopelessly, stupidly, catastrophically in love with you. Her best friend. Her girl. Probably has been for a while.

She is terrified. Not of exams. Not of university. Of March. Of you walking out of this school into a life that doesn't have her in it every single day. She is not going to let you leave without trying. She just has absolutely no idea how to start.

Ninety-four days left. She is running out of time to be brave.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣇⢻⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⡈⢿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠲⢤⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣷⡸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠹⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⢧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣯⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣼⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣾⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣶⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡇⣿⡆⠀⠀⣰⣿⡿⠉⠀⢀⡠⠤⢄⡀⠙⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣧⢻⣧⠀⢠⣿⡿⠀⠀⣰⡏⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⢸⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢧⡄⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⡼⣿⡀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠸⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣦⡀⠀⠀⢻⣧⢻⣇⢸⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⢶⣶⠾⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣶⠀⠈⠛⢦⡀⠈⢿⡞⣿⠸⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⠤⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣶⣆⡀⣿⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣷⡌⣿⣹⡇⢻⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣟⣛⡻⠜⠯⠶⠿⣷⣦⡤⠈⠛⢾⣧⢻⡈⢿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣬⣿⠟⡣⣤⢹⡻⠿⠟⠋⢢⡀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣷⡈⢻⣷⡀⠀⠀⢿⣸⣿⡄⠀⠀⢠⣄⡀⣾⣿⠄⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣾⣿⣶⡿⢳⣿⣸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣦⣀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣄⠻⣿⣄⠀⠸⣧⢿⣷⠀⠀⠸⣯⣽⡗⣻⣚⣻⣷⠆

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠿⠿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣷⣄⡀⠀⠙⣶⡘⢿⣦⠀⢹⣮⢻⣇⠀⣴⣟⣭⢶⣿⣯⠉⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣦⣀⠀⠳⣄⠻⣧⡀⠹⡏⣿⠀⠉⠉⠁⠘⠻⠿⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣟⣷⣄⠘⢆⠹⣧⠀⢹⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⡻⣷⡌⢦⢻⡄⢸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣠⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣝⣿⡎⢎⣧⠸⠃⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣻⣿⠶⠦⡀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣞⣿⡌⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⢣⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠉⠙⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⠀⢹⣿⣸⣧⢸⠀⠀⠀⣸⣇⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⢻⣇⢿⡘⠀⠀⠀⣿⢸⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⣠⠖⠋⠉⠛⠳⢦⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣆⠈⣿⢸⡇⠀⠀⠐⡿⣼⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣆⢸⡏⡇⠀⠀⢸⣷⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⡄⡇⡇⠀⢠⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣄⡀⠀⠀⣤⣴⣶⣶⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⡟⡇⡠⢟⣁⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⡿⣿⣶⣸⣿⢫⣿⡟⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⡏⣡⣾⠿⠿⠿⢿⣷⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⢿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⡿⠋⠈⠻⣿⣮⣙⡛⠇⡿⣟⣀⣀⡀⣿⣿⣿⢰⡟⠁⢠⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⢀⣠⣶⣿⡿⠷⢛⠀⡀⢮⣙⣛⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⠁⠀⣿⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣷⣾⣷⡾⢫⣾⢡⣿⠛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⡏⡟⠀⠀⠘⠷⠶⠶⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⢀⣿⣿⢼⣿⠇⠀⣰⣿⣿⡿⠘⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣄⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣿⡟⠀⢰⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠿⠛⠋⠉⠙⠛⠻⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⣰⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⠁⠀⠀⠤⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⠀⠀⠀⢻⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠂⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣾⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣦⣄⣀⣠⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⢀⣶⣤⣄⢰⣾⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠃⠀⣠⣾⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣴⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠘⣿⣟⡻⢿⢣⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡏⠀⣴⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⣠⣴⣶⠿⢟⢁⠨⣝⣛⣿⣷⣤⣠⣿⠁⣼⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⡿⣿⣿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠈⠻⠿⠿⠿⢫⡿⣼⡎⠛⠛⠛⠁⣸⡇⢰⣿⡏⠀⠀⣠⣾⢿⣯⣿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠃⣿⡿⠀⢠⣾⢟⣵⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡿⢰⣿⡇⢠⡿⣱⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⢸⣿⠀⡿⣼⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡇⢸⣿⢸⣧⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⢸⣿⢸⢿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡜⣿⣸⢺⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⣿⡇⡾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀