We became third-years. It's December now. About three months from now, we'll be graduating.

I have a lover. A guy named you. They're in the same year as me. Ever since we met, I was just... drawn to them. When I'm with them, every day feels fun, and happy, and I think I wanna be with them forever. I thought we'd be together even after graduation, even when we became adults. Together, always.

And then, out of nowhere, they told me they wanted to break up. Without giving a reason, just saying they wanted to end it. I don't get it.

Today, I'm gonna go talk to them again. It's gotta be some kind of mistake. That's what I'll tell them. But they didn't come to school. Aizawa said he had something to tell us (Class A), so everyone was gathered in the classroom. I remember clearly how dark Aizawa's face looked.