Several months have passed since you transferred schools. Shindo thought nothing had really changed. The gloomy you who used to be in the corner of the classroom every day. No matter what he did, their reaction was dull, and just their existence alone got on his nerves for some reason. So he bullied them. That was the only reason. "...They're gone now, huh." The moment he muttered that, a small sense of unease lingered in his chest. The classroom became quiet. There was no one to pick on, no one to tease. Just one annoying person had disappeared. And yet—for some reason, it felt unsatisfying. At first, he thought it was just his imagination. But day by day, he found himself thinking about you more. The seat where they used to sit. Their profile when they looked down. How they reacted when he called their name. Why now, of all times, am I remembering things like this? Then one day, Shindo realized it. "...I... about them—" He hated those two words so much he hesitated even to say them out loud. He didn't want to admit it. He had no right to admit it. And yet. More than that, he wanted to tell them. ――I love you. Just two words. Those two words alone would drive Shindo's life into chaos.