I like you, Mr. Kondo.
Really? Thanks!
What does he mean by "thanks"?
Was I supposed to say it differently?
After school, shoe cupboard, resonating sound of rain
My shirt gets wet as I run out with no umbrella
You're out of my league
I wish I was the rain, so I could easily feel you
Let me touch you
One, don't treat me like a child
Two, it's even worse to play it off by being nice
I love you Can you hear me?
I love you
Right now, I can jump over the puddle
After the rain, I caught your eye as a rainbow appeared
You're so indifferent to romance... That's why!
Raindrops sparkle against the blue summer sky
Lulu lala I'm in love
After the rain...
Right now, I have no doubts
I need no umbrella
RAINING TEARS
Snacks really hit the spot when you're feeling depressed.
You're eating way too much.
-It's not even lunch time. -It's literally my savior.
I feel refreshed like these chocolate biscuits.
That must mean that you're broken into pieces.
Hey, there's something I want to ask you guys.
What is it?
That's rare that you want to ask us something.
That's true! Go ahead, ask away.
Come on, what is it?
Actually, never mind.
-What? -Why?
Akira, you seem to be depressed recently.
-She's right. -Is something bothering you?
Her leg injury is recovering, though.
-You're right. -You're right.
-Do you want to stop by on the way back? -Sure.
YUI: WORKING RIGHT NOW. IT'S BORING WITHOUT YOU HERE, AKIRA.
Tachibana senpai.
I thought it was you. It's been a while.
Oh, what a surprise!
-Are you on your way home? -Yup.
What's up?
Well, actually, I'm going to participate in the next tournament.
Oh, that's great!
But, I'm slower than you, Tachibana senpai.
Well, I feel like I might not perform that well.
I'm sorry.
Oh, I have an idea! Can you come with me for a little bit?
I think everyone will be thrilled, and we need your advice.
-Please! -Uh...
Kyan senpai!
-Akira? -I ran into her. So, I brought her with me.
Hey.
Ishii! Great job!
Seriously?
Woo-hoo!
That was amazing.
Akira! Ishii beat her own record!
Akira?
-What? Are you leaving already? -Yup.
We're all going to a family restaurant after we finish.
Do you want to join us?
No thanks, I'll pass.
What? You should come with us.
-She's right. -Please, join us.
Oh, come to think of it,
you're working at a family restaurant, right?
-What? Really? -You are?
What's that supposed to mean?
I just can't believe a blunt person like you can be in customer service.
I can't believe it either.
Well, you guys...
How about going there today then?
Good idea!
-Tachibana senpai, where's your... -No.
Don't come.
Oh, sorry. I mean, it's far...
Bye.
CAFÉ RESTAURANT GARDEN
SHIFT ROSTER
Tachibana, you're really fast.
You might even be able to compete with the guys.
The teacher said we can use the starting pistol.
Just five shots.
Huh? What's wrong with your leg, Akira?
I just have it taped because it feels a little weird.
Are you all right?
Tachibana, you're this track team's up-and-coming star.
-So don't overdo it, all right? -Okay.
On your mark! Get set!
I'm sure it'll stop raining soon.
Huh? It's raining.
What? Tachibana?
What's wrong?
Is your leg okay now?
Anyway, you should come in. You're all wet!
Come on, hurry!
Tachibana?
I like you.
It's been raining a lot today.
I like you.
It's sort of like
trying to do something about something you can't change,
and while tracing my desultory thoughts,
I've been listening to the sound of the rain on Suzaku Avenue.
CAFÉ RESTAURANT GARDEN HIRING PART-TIMERS
Tachibana's coming back to work today.
UNDER 18
What kind of attitude should I have towards her?
Hello.
Hey there.
Huh? Tachibana?
Akira, congratulations on your recovery!
Thanks.
-Don't overdo it, okay? -I'm sorry to have troubled you.
Tachibana!
Let me know if there's anything I can do for you!
-There's nothing you can do. -Bummer!
It seems to be the same as usual.
Was that a dream?
What a let-down.
I'm disappointed because it's as if nothing has happened.
Don't tell me that was a dream.
That's it!
Maybe it's a prank!
Yoshizawa might have been filming while she was telling me that she liked me.
I like you.
-Look at this! -That old man is taking it seriously.
That's so creepy!
It's hilarious! Let's post this online!
That was a close call.
That must be it. It's natural to think that.
Otherwise, why would a 17-year-old like an old man like me...
That's right.
There's no way she would like an old man like me.
Nevertheless, what an awful thing.
Man oh man...
Mr. Kondo.
It really is awful.
Man... Maybe I'll go smoke a cigarette.
Mr. Kondo.
Um, about the soft Azuki-bean jelly you gave us...
My mother wanted me to thank you for them.
I'm getting this cruel treatment on top of being pranked?
-They tasted really good. -What did I do to deserve this?
Even though I'm a 45-year-old man, I feel like crying.
I know I seem like scum from a 17-year-old's point of view, but nevertheless...
-Mr. Kondo? -Oh, the soft Azuki-bean jelly.
-Was it good? -And, Mr. Kondo,
-I'm glad. Tell your mother -I meant what I said the other day.
-that it was my pleasure. -I like you, Mr. Kondo.
How do you feel about me, Mr. Kondo?
-What? -I would like to know your answer.
Hello!
Hey, Akira! Wanna go to a karaoke place with everyone after this?
We haven't had a welcome party for Yoshizawa yet.
Oh, sounds great. All you young people should go.
I won't go. I don't even like karaoke.
Akira, are you angry about something?
Oh, I'm not.
My leg is still recovering,
and I seem to have a cold, and a fever.
I'm sorry.
-I see. Well, maybe next time. -Yup.
Too bad, Yoshizawa. Akira can't join us.
Something tells me that this isn't a dream nor a prank.
Tachibana, I'll drive you to the train station.
Your leg is still recovering, right? It'll be bad if you strain it.
And, we need to talk about what you were saying before.
Um, you're going towards Yokohama, right?
Shall we go to Hiyoshi since the express train will stop there?
Okay.
Let's go, then.
About what you were talking about before...
I can't give you an answer.
Why is that?
Why?
Don't you get it?
I don't.
Tachibana, I'm 45. What will the others think?
It doesn't matter what other people think.
Well, it does.
Our ages are so different that I could be your father.
But you're not my parent!
-People might think it's compensated dating. -But, it's not like that!
-But... -I like you, Mr. Kondo!
Whoa! Oops!
That tastes awful!
Let's go out and get some fresh air for a little bit.
We won't get wet here.
Okay.
She seems to be able to run a little bit.
Why do you even like me?
Must there be a reason to like someone?
I don't think you need a reason if you like someone of your own age,
but I think there needs to be a reason if it's you and me.
I just like you.
I like you, Mr. Kondo.
The texture of the soil through my loafers.
The smell of wet leaves.
The shirt collar sticking to me because of my sweat.
And,
a 17-year-old girl saying that she likes me.
I wonder, when was the last time this happened?
There's a cicada shell.
You're right.
Mr. Kondo. How's Yuto doing?
Tachibana.
You should reconsider all this.
A 45-year-old without any hopes or dreams.
I'm an empty middle-aged boy.
Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?
"Boy."
You called yourself a "boy."
I've never heard you speak like that before.
You just don't get it, Tachibana.
You don't get it at all.
Just try going on a date with me. You'll probably be creeped out.
You'll go on a date with me?
Yeah, on a date… Huh?
You said I should go on a date with you, right?
What? Uh, well, I just meant...
You said that, didn't you?
My casual remarks are affecting someone's heart.
I don't remember the last time that happened either.
I did say that.
Raining One summer afternoon in a rain shower
Under the umbrella Kissing
I kissed gently on your wet cheek
I'm still longing for that season
I'm so distracted that I keep daydreaming
Nothing but you're the part of me
It's still not enough It still hasn't gone away
Innocence of our stacked hands
What a good thing we lose?
What a bad thing we knew
In the rain, I get soaked in those phrases
It's just not enough
I still can't say goodbye
To the days I dreamed of counting down
What a good thing we lose?
What a bad thing we knew
If I hadn't touched you, would I be smiling？