"I made a wish last night."
Mamoru glanced up from his newspaper at the girl who had just slid into the booth across from him. "Oh?"
"Yeah. On a falling star."
"There was a meteor shower last night…"
"I'm aware of the meteor shower, Odango."
"Right, you would be. So, anyway, I made a wish."
"And you think I care… because?"
Usagi took a deep breath, setting her jaw and squaring her shoulders. Mamoru raised an eyebrow. It was a rare opportunity to see her looking so serious and determined.
"You see, after I made the wish I got to think about the wish and how badly I wanted it to come true. And I wanted it really, really bad. More than I've ever wanted anything in my life. But then it occurred to me that I could make a thousand wishes without getting any results, so maybe if I wanted it so bad, I should actually do something about it, instead of just waiting for it to come true."
"I applaud your sudden wisdom," Mamoru drawled. "But what does this have to do with me?"
Usagi clenched her hands together on the table, her white knuckles betraying her otherwise calm exterior.
"I wished that you would be nice to me."
Frowning, Mamoru sat back in his seat, dropping the forgotten newspaper.
"Really? You wished for that?"
"You want that more than anything else?"
"More than good grades."
"More than a different brother?"
"More than… than ice cream?"
Her lips quirked. "Even more than ice cream, Mamoru."
He chewed on the inside of his cheek while he considered it. It would require many changes and sacrifices. No more sidewalk battles-of-wits. No more red cheeks and angry, puckered lips. No more "odango."
But maybe he would gain some things, too. Like those sweet smiles she liked to bestow on Motoki so darn much.
And finally shrugged.