The two days between Yuuta 's phone call and the end of spring break are the slowest forty-eight hours of Maki 's whole life.

How does that saying go?

A watched pot never boils.

That doesn 't stop her from checking the hour on every timepiece in her reach: her phone, her watch, the microwave digitals Toji never fixed out of spite (

'It 's exactly six hours and thirty-four minutes fast, Maki! That already tells me what time it is! '

) even though he can 't do math. Whatever. Even if he could, he 'd still be late to everything anyway.

She 's lucky to avoid her best friend and his brother in those two days, sparing her the need to explain her anxiousness.

The walk to school Monday morning, however, is when her fortune dries up.