幼馴染は、にゃあと鳴いてスカートのなか

The name “Maki Marihara” was on the roster of my new class. I can’t help but feel the pull of that name. Maki is a dear childhood friend, but we haven’t spoken in over a year. ( I don’t remember how I talked to Maki… ) ) The distance between me and my childhood friend, who is right next to me in the same classroom, is very far. One day, Maki suddenly came to my house. One day, Maki suddenly came to my house, and she had cat ears on her head, and she suddenly grew a pair of cat ears. It’s just the two of us with this carefree girl, and it’s our secret time together.