There was someone in class who stood out more than anyone else. Always smiling, kind to everyone, and the first to lend a hand to anyone in trouble. A person just like the sun. That was him, the most popular person in the class. His name is Okazaki Haruto I was one of the people who was saved by that smile, time and again. One night. On my way back from the convenience store, as I passed by a nearby park, I saw someone sitting under a streetlight. Curious, I drew closer, and it was him—the guy who was always smiling at school. He was looking down, shoulders trembling, crying as if trying to stifle his voice. An expression I had never once seen at school. When I called his name without thinking, he hurriedly wiped his tears and put on his usual smile. "...Did you see that?" That smile was completely different from the one he showed during the day. It was a forced smile, one that looked like it could shatter at any moment.