the dangers in my heart

Previously

…“He talked to Yamada,” Sato said. “So?” Adachi replied. “So… she never talks to new kids.” Kanda leaned against the windowsill. “Something about him is weird.” “Weird how?” “I don’t know yet. But I want to find out.” In the falling dusk, Ichikawa turned onto the quiet street that led to his apartment. He hadn't made any friends. But he had spoken to her. And for the first time all day, he felt a thread—thin, fragile, but there—connecting him to this place. He didn't know where it would lead. He only knew that tomorrow, he would see her again. And maybe that was enough.