Noda Kazuma deftly hopped onto his bicycle. They had all gone to middle school, and unless one's home was within a single block of the school grounds, almost every Japanese middle schooler rode a bike to class. It was practically a core memory wired into the DNA of the Japanese people. Regardless of age or gender, someone in Japan who didn't know how to ride a bicycle was as rare as someone in Korea who didn't like kimchi.
Yet there were exceptions to every rule, and Erii was precisely that exception.
Erii held onto the bicycle Noda Kazuma had handed her. She watched as Noda mounted his own bike, lifted one foot to rest on a pedal, and then abruptly froze. Unsure whether she lacked the courage to ride or was simply hesitating to try, Erii was momentarily at a loss.
Chapter 802