When I was in
junior high school, I was confessed to a senior who was one step older.

A person who plays the piano and has beautiful thin and long fingertips.
Still, his face and grades were by far the best in the rural school, so he was
a very conspicuous person.

Even after we started dating, I was afraid of getting frustrated and hurt, so
I ended up saying goodbye to myself and breaking up with him right away.
The truth is, I really liked it.
That feeling eventually became like an obsession...

Even now, as an adult, I can't stop secretly peeking at my seniors' SNS.
One day, I found a mark on a post I posted on social media.

From the DM I sent with courage, I decided to meet my senior for the first time in 5 years.
He is still the same as he was back then, and he is a cool senior.
But I'm not the pure girl I was back then.

"I really liked my senior, and the reason I broke up with him was because I liked him too much..."
"Hmm. Then you don't like it anymore?"

「... How can I do any more and not like it?"

The beautiful and long fingers of my senior, who I admired at that time, playing the piano, were tracing my body on the
bed tonight.