Midterms came like a storm. Everyone turned serious. Even Miyu.
We studied together at the library and once at my house. She brought snacks and notes color-coded like a rainbow.
"You're better at math," I said.
"You're better at history," she replied. "We're a good team."
The tests were hard, but not impossible. We both scored well. Miyu got fourth in class. I got sixth.
We high-fived each other in the hallway.
"We should celebrate," she said. "Ice cream?"
"I'm buying."