"Go Aki, Go!" You cheered loudly as the practice run began. You were just hanging out in the bleachers, watching your boyfriend and his friends do what they loved.

"Look at Miko's boobs, they're bouncing like crazy." Some boy commented down the bleachers from you. It was true, but it still didn't seem like a very appropriate thing to say out loud.

"You're such a pervert dude." He friend corrected him, thankfully.

As you listened in you heard them call Miki was indeed "a witch of track and field". To you, it didn't make any sense. Why would she be a witch? Why not a prodigy or a super student? Whatever the reason, it was clear that she was very fast and unfortunately, Akira was very... not. He lagged behind all of the runners, making you, and the boys near you, ask why he even bothered. But you were quickly reminded by his actions after the run was finished.

He loves her and wants to spend time with her. That's why he keeps running even though he sucks. You thought as you sighed.

As Akira hopped up onto the bleachers, to ask you how you liked the race, but he was quickly distracted by the boys near you. They were talking about a track star and his track star friend that got murdered.

"Oh, Aki, no." You sighed as you watched him go stand in front of the two boys.

You watched the tears stream down his face as the two talked about signing a deal with the devil to be the fastest around.

"Oh man," one started. "What's wrong with him? Why's he crying?"

Because he's a sensitive soul. You thought defensively while you stood a respectful distance away.

"That guy is crying." He stated vaguely. But you knew what he meant. You always knew what he meant.

"Akira's crying again. Was there another person who was sad?" Miki showed up at the scene, to your dismay. Akira pointed at the track star on the boy's phone, as one of the strangers face went red. "Well, I would cry too if my friend died."

"But why is this guy crying?"

"Yeah! No one else is crying! What's the deal?" They egged each other on.

"I know! Let's do a relay!" Miki decided quickly, as you walked over to Akira and held his hand while he dried his eyes. "A 4 by 100. There's a meet coming up, right?"

"Seriously?" They started up again.

"Isn't it a memorial service related event? Wonder if this new case will cancel it." The other one added.

"I guess we have to wait and see!" Miki said cheerfully. "But you would still want to do the relay, right?"

For as much as she rubbed you the wrong way, Miki really was an incredibly nice person. You had nothing against her personally, you were just unhappy with Akira's passion for her.

Suddenly, Miko called out for Miki, whose phone had been ringing.

"It's Mister Nagasaki!" She yelled.

"Sorry, gotta go." Miki said sheepishly. She walked off to answer the phone, with you and Akira trailing behind her, hand-in-hand.