Hatsukoi Monster (First Love Monster)

I bet Kanade doesn't even think of you as a woman.

You're gonna catch a cold.

Colds can turn into all kinds of worse things. Gotta be careful.

Kanade...

You can borrow this umbrella.

I borrowed it from school, though, so don't lose it.

Okay.

Well, I've got some business to attend to, so I'm off.

Business?

Later!

Pretty small umbrella.

Well, of course: it's the standard primary-schooler size.

That thing won't keep you dry.

Taga?

It'd be a real pain if you caught a cold.

Mind you, I couldn't care less if a garbage girl catches a cold,

but there's a chance it'll spread to me.

The very thought gives me chills.

I'll give that umbrella back to Kanade.

That Kanade...

Why'd he come home and then go right back to school?

Sorry I'm late.

Aw, you got wet after all, didn't you.

Sorry 'bout that, Sadako.

I was going to bring you an umbrella, but on the way I—

Who's there?!

Atsushi!

Is that... Sadako?

You could at least introduce us.

You don't hide anything from me, right, Kanade?

I'm begging you, Atsushi—

don't tell Kaho about Sadako!

Why not?

They can't meet each other—not yet.

Besides, I want to explain this to Kaho myself.

Understood.

This will be our little secret.

Want to pinky-swear?

Kaz and the others know about Sadako.

That makes this...

...a promise between men!

You have gone and grown up, haven't you, Kanade.

Kanade sure was in a hurry.

A paper airplane?

An announcement for their sports festival?

This could be important!

Huh?

Kanade's... diary?

I wonder what he's written in there?

His true feelings, maybe?

Ah!

Even if his true feelings are in there, reading a diary is against the rules!

I bet Kanade doesn't even think of you as a woman.

But... I want to know.

I want to know how Kanade feels.

"I want to be with her every day...

I want us to be together always.

Even after I come home, I'm worried someone else will take her.

I'm going to have to tell Kaho about Sadako at some point.

This is my critical mission!!"

What... is this?

Who's this... Sadako?

That's low.

Reading your boyfriend's diary? Really low.

So it's true.

You are trash.

Keep on sighing like that and you'll chase happiness away.

Chiaki!

I think happiness might already have flown the coop.

Don't tell me: Kanade, right?

Maybe primary-schoolers ought to be with other primary-schoolers after all.

What makes you say that at this stage of the game?

You're going to wait and see how he matures, right?

Yeah... but Kanade might be cheating on me.

Kanade, cheating?

Yes.

Probably with a girl named Sadako at his school.

He wants to eat snacks with her...

it looks like he's given her the jump-rope that his mother left him...

Hmm.

And that's not all!

It feels so good to hug Sadako that Kanade never wants to stop hugging her!

He even wants to see her in his dreams!

I see...

In a relationship like ours, emotional infidelity is the hardest kind.

After all, our feelings for each other are all we have.

For a supposed emotional affair, you sure know a lot of details.

I secretly read Kanade's diary.

You're the worst!

Reading someone else's diary?

You suck, Kaho Nikaido.

Yes. I am the worst.

Hey, Mafuyu—

thanks for the free show.

Eek!

Those are the landlord's underpants!

I'd say you suck for wearing stolen underwear!

Yeaaaah, I suck.

But what I don't do is read diaries.

Diaries contain a person's heart.

You can peep into a bathroom, but not into someone's heart.

Even if it's just for show!

You can strain your ears to hear what's going on inside,

stand guard while he's bathing,

drink his bathwater to stay healthy,

sniff the shoes he's just taken off,

swap your chopsticks for his when he's not looking,

take his old toothbrush out of the trash...

I understand—all too well!

When you love someone too much, you want everything of theirs!

Their chewed gum, their sneezed-in tissues...

Even such things as these are dear.

I don't know about that brother of yours.

That is why, Kaho, you need not feel badly for merely peeking at a diary.

Never mind your diary—

I check your postal deliveries and your phone messages daily, without fail!

Brother... that's my phone.

Wait—you unlocked it?

You're even writing back as me?

Brother...

Come on, brother!

Hey!

Kanade!

The sports festival is tomorrow?

You have to tell me earlier!

Ah! My paper airplane!

Now think about what you have done.

I've told you not to fold planes out of important handouts!

La la la! I can't hear you!

Well, shoot.

Now what?

Tomorrow's my trip with the neighborhood association.

No way!

Then what about my lunch for the sports festival?!

I'm done for...

No lunch for me at the sports festival tomorrow...

Woe... woe...

It might be tough the day before, but I'll see if I can get out of the trip.

I can make you a boxed lunch,

but you'd be eating it all by yourself, poor thing.

It's okay—go on your trip.

This is all my fault, anyway.

Oh, um....

If it's all right with you, I—

I'll go.

Taga?!

Atsushi! You'd really come?

I wind up going every year, don't I?

Kota and the rest will come watch, too.

And on your day off, no less! Thanks.

Every year, I get roped into participating.

I can see that.

Kaho, are you coming, too?

Of course, Kanade!

Yesss!

Please move.

Boy, you have got some nerve.

Especially having read Kanade's diary.

Excuse me...

As for tomorrow's sports festival...

See you there.

Now, let's kick off Bamboo Primary School's sports festival!

Wow... lots of cuties here!

Where are Kanade and his friends?

Is that them?

Well, there's no losing sight of that bunch.

Now for warm-up exercises.

First through sixth grades, give yourselves plenty of room!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...

Gotcha!

They stand out, all right— for better or for worse.

I'm gonna take some great shots today!

Next up is the fifth-grade ball-toss.

The ball-toss!

Is that how it's supposed to go?

They really are physically head and shoulders above the rest!

Hey, you boys! Let us girls play, too!

Yeah, that's right!

Boys are used to handling balls.

Or is it something else? Do you love balls that much?

Gross! You guys are seriously the worst!

Missed me.

Take that! And that!

Come on, class—don't fight!

And the winner of this event is: the white team!

Tch!

Fight! Fight! Red team!

Go get 'em, go get 'em, rrred!

Yeah!

Give it some o' that fightin' spirit!

Moving on: the fifth-grade tug-of-war.

Really bear down now, team!

Okay!

Don't bear down so hard that you poop yourselves!

Poopity poopity poop!

Poop ourselves?! As if!

Let's get a little louder!

Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

Okay! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

How do you tell prostitute to get out?