Wherever the Wind Blows, Songs Follow

Ever since I was little, I imagined that when he and I finally met, it would be incredibly romantic.

But... what was his school uniform doing covered in my period blood?

Many years later, he asked me, “Did you keep the clothes?”

“What clothes?”

“The ones you wore when you got your period...”

(Grins threateningly) “You dare bring that up? Of course I didn’t keep them!”

“What? Wasn’t I asking you to keep them as a memento?” A memento of the first time we met. I’ll look at them again after I win you over.