"Actually... I've never thought before I would one day put a flower crown I made by myself on a girl's head."
"Really?" Hanamaru Hanabi's gaze shifted back to him.
"Of course, although we're sitting here with peaceful minds right now, every time I speak you respond, seeing you by my side makes me feel... exceptionally happy and warm."
Listening to his words, Hanamaru Hanabi seemed unhappy, her small mouth pouted a bit: "If Sakura is so concerned about Hanabi, then why not take out your phone and have a look?"
"Phone?"
Uesugi Sakura, somewhat puzzled, took off a glove, and then fumbled his phone out of his pocket.
He slid open the screen, and the first thing he saw was a voicemail signed "Little Hanabi Wife."
Followed by more than a dozen missed calls.
Suddenly realizing, his phone today seemed to still be on silent mode.
Not answering her sixteen missed calls last night, and today... forgetting again...
By any means, this counts as negligence.
