Since middle school, I’d been dating you, and Haruma.

Even in high school, we remained close friends.

At school, people whispered that we made a perfect couple.

Then one day,

a transfer student arrived.

She looked fragile and incredibly cute.

Whether it was good luck or bad luck,

that girl ended up sitting next to Yuma.

Yuma is kind-hearted.

So he quickly hit it off with her.

And she, too, soon opened her heart to him.

I felt a little jealous—

no, actually, very jealous.

But you thought it was uncool to be jealous, so she couldn’t bring herself to tell Yuma.

Around that time,

unable to bear the jealousy any longer, you

called the girl over and scolded her—just a little.

Just a tiny bit.

She even spoke a bit more firmly than she’d intended.

And yet, despite that,

“Both you and everyone else really do believe in her, don’t you?”