Life Reversal ~ I Was Cheated On and Falsely Accused, but Now the Most Beautiful Girl in the School Is Getting Close to Me ~ Volume 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The Fateful Day, on the Rooftop
──September 4th ──
Unsurprisingly, my shoe locker was filled with trash. Garbage from convenience store bentos and half-drunk plastic bottles were strewn about, with insults and curses scrawled in red ink. My indoor shoes, as expected, had been tossed in the trash can. I retrieved them and headed to the classroom, enduring the usual strange looks. I suppose I’ve gotten used to it, little by little. Or maybe my heart has just lost its resilience. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I just have to wait for it to pass. I just have to be the one to endure.
‘Hey, that’s Aono, the one who was violent with Amada-san, right?’‘Ugh, gross.’‘Poor Amada-san. Her arm was all bruised. A guy who’s violent with a girl is the absolute worst.’‘She’s just too nice. That’s why creeps like him get the wrong idea.’‘I thought we were friends, but I can’t talk to him anymore.’‘Speaking of which, Kondo-senpai is so cool, isn’t he? He bravely confronted that stalker DV guy and drove him off. He really is amazing.’Every time they saw my face, even students I didn’t know would start gossiping. A dull ache spread through my chest.
Apparently, Kondo-senpai and the other members of the soccer club were actively spreading the rumors. I’d pleaded my innocence on X countless times, but no one listened.
‘Criminals always say that.’‘We’re done. Don’t talk to me at school anymore.’‘You’re the worst!’Those were the replies I got on X yesterday.
I entered the classroom. I couldn’t even manage a greeting anymore; most of my classmates had already blocked me on social media. I thought I had steeled myself for this, but a tragedy beyond my imagination was unfolding before my eyes.
My desk was covered in graffiti scrawled in marker: ‘Idiot,’ ‘Die,’ ‘Criminal,’ ‘Don’t come to school.’ I could hear faint snickering from a distance. But what hurt even more than that was…
An enlarged flyer for Kitchen Aono, my family’s precious restaurant, was pasted on the blackboard. Taunts were written all over it: ‘This is the home of the abusivebastard,’ ‘Let’s tell everyone on social media,’ and ‘Don’t forget to post a review!!’ And above the flyer, a threatening message was added: ‘If you don’t want this spread online, either drop out of school or die.’
Something inside me shattered. At this rate, it wasn’t just me; my family would be in trouble, too. Dad’s precious restaurant… would be ruined because of me.
Why, why, why!!Unable to bear it any longer, I escaped into the hallway. But there was a demon waiting there, too.
It was Kondo.
He was grinning, watching my pained expression with satisfaction. He must have come to see the results of his plan—using the junior members of the soccer club to spread vicious rumors and completely isolate me.
“How’s it feel, Mr. Criminal? Enjoying the mood?”
The smug pretty boy mocked me.
“Why… did you tell such lies?”
“Because it’s fun,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Watching you get your girl stolen by me, then losing everything else… it’s the best show ever. It’s your own damn fault for a deluded guy like you to make a move on someone like Miyuki. Just hurry up and drop out. I’m a psychopath who loves messing up other people’s lives.”
I could faintly smell tobacco on his breath. As if to hide it, he was chewing gum noisily. It grated on my nerves.
My knees involuntarily buckled. A voiceless scream escaped me as my body gave way. After feeling the cold of the hallway floor, my consciousness slowly faded into darkness.
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Having collapsed in the hallway, I missed the school-wideassembly. Apparently, it was an awards ceremony for Satoshi and his club, which had achieved great results in a recent tournament.
No one probably even noticed I was gone.
Under the pretext of feeling sick, I went to the nurse’s office, got permission from the school nurse, and was allowed to rest in one of the beds.
Of course, there was no way I could sleep. Humiliation, fear, and despair swirled inside me. I spent my time trembling on the white bed, desperately trying to hold my battered mind and body together.
“I’ll tell your homeroom teacher for you, just in case,” the school nurse told me.
“Please do,” I replied curtly. My homeroom teacher, Takayanagi-sensei, was probably busy guiding students for the assembly and dealing with the award recipients. I was sure he wouldn’t come to see me. I just had that feeling.
Why isn’t anyone helping me?It was probably because of Miyuki’s reputation for good behavior and academic excellence. As the former class vice president with outstanding grades, her testimony was just too powerful. The teachers would undoubtedly believe her over me. That’s why I couldn’t talk to anyone—not even my mom or my brother. They were both working so hard to cover for my deceased father just to send me to school. And now, because of me, the restaurant would be in trouble.
Maybe I don’t deserve to live.The moment I was betrayed by Miyuki, who was supposed to be my best friend and girlfriend, it was game over. How was I supposed to endure this living hell for another year and a half?
The smartphone in my pocket vibrated. It was from an account I’d never seen before—a throwaway, judging by the random string of characters in the name.
‘Hurry up and drop out, you criminal.’‘Skipping the school-wide assembly and playing victim? The one who’s really suffering is Amada-san, you despicable bastard.’‘If you’re in so much pain, just die already. You’ll finally be at ease.’There was no kindness there. Only pure, undiluted human malice.
I had nothing left.
My smartphone vibrated again. This time, it was from Tachibana-senpai, from the literature club I belonged to. She was a kind upperclassman who always had a gentle smile on her face.
Maybe, if it’s her… a naive thought crossed my mind. But I had seen reality in the clubroom just yesterday. This would only lead to more despair.
‘I’m sorry. I thought I should tell you this in person, but… you see, because of what you did to Amada-san, everyone in the club has gotten scared… I’m really sorry, but I need you to not come to the club anymore, okay? I’m sorry.’The moment I marked it as read, the message thread disappeared.
That’s not true, I didn’t do it.I tried to type a reply, but the send button was disabled.
You have been blocked by this account. That merciless message was displayed over and over.
Tears fell silently. So the nurse wouldn’t see, I wrapped myself in the white blanket and trembled in voiceless despair. Even the upperclassmen in the club, who had always been so kind to me, didn’t believe me in the end. What was I supposed to do?
To this unanswerable question, I could only whisper words of despair.
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If I stayed in the nurse’s office for too long, it would look suspicious, and they might contact my mom. So, I told the nurse I was feeling a little better and left for the classroom.
Even if I lingered in the hallway, a teacher would find me soon enough. At a time like this, my mind worked in strange, pragmatic ways. I headed for the stairs. It seemed class had already started; there was no one around. Feeling slightly relieved, I climbed up.
I stopped at the landing leading to the rooftop. No one would find me here. I sat down, resigned to waiting until class was over. For now, I just had to get used to it—to people’s malice. I just had to endure until my heart became completely numb.
I instinctively reached for the doorknob to the rooftop. The knob, which should have been locked for safety, turned easily.
Isn’t this a chance? a part of me thought. If I jump from the rooftop, I can be at ease. That’s what they wrote on the blackboard, wasn’t it? If I do that, I won’t cause any more trouble for the restaurant.When I opened the door, a stagnant, overcast sky spread out before me. The scent of summer still lingered in the air.
I realized then that I wasn’t alone.
Her beautiful hair was swaying in the breeze. Noticing the sound of the door, the visitor turned around in surprise.
“Who are you?”
A girl with well-defined features was looking at me warily. A guy showing up on the deserted rooftop during class—of course, she’d be wary.
She had beautiful, silky hair and cool, clear skin without a single bead of sweat, despite the midsummer heat. Her expression was somewhat mysterious. The ribbon on her uniform was red, marking her as a first-year, a junior. But she possessed a mature beauty that made her seem older than me.
I’d never spoken to her, but she was a celebrity at this school.
Her name was Ichijou Ai.
A talented girl who had gotten the top score on last year’s entrance exam. With a beauty that could put a model to shame and a kind personality towards everyone, she had become the school’s idol within a month of enrolling.
She was my polar opposite. Someone I shouldn’t be meeting in a place like this.
“I’m Aono. A second-year,” I said, offering a painful excuse. “I was skipping and just ended up here.” Why am I, who was just thinking of jumping off this roof, making such a strange excuse?“Aono-senpai?”
Her cute voice made my heart skip a beat. She was a beautiful, talented girl, but her voice was surprisingly cute. The boys in my class were fascinated by her and had become minor stalkers, but I had been so thrilled about dating Miyuki that I hadn’t paid her much attention.
For a moment, Ichijou’s face clouded over. She knew about the rumors. Of course, she did.
With a look of resignation, I forced a bitter smile.
“Why, at a time like this…” she murmured in a weak voice.
There was none of the hostility my classmates had shown. I felt a small sense of relief.
“My bad,” I said. “You heardthe rumors, right? Just give me the spot. I want to hide here until lunchtime and eat my lonely lunch.”
My mom had made me onigiri. I’d brought my bag with me when I fled the classroom, so I could hold out here until the break. I wanted to be alone and think again about whether to die or not.
I don’t know if she sensed what I was feeling, but she gave me a look of disgust.
“No. This is my place. I can’t give it up. You’re the one who should disappear, Senpai.”
She seemed to be a more assertive person than I thought. My impression of her improved slightly.“Are you sure? You know the rumors about me, right?”
As I said it, my own heart ached. I hadn’t even been able to process it myself. She wouldn’t want to be alone with me, the guy who’d been labeled a DV abuser, so I used it as a threat.
“I know.”
“Then, hurry up and…”
“No.”
It seemed our school’s idol was quite the stubborn one.
“Huh?” A harsh tone escaped me unintentionally. I hadn’t expected such a strong reaction.
“I know the rumors,” she said, her voice firm. “But they’re just rumors. It seems like a strange rumor is spreading due to a romantic entanglement, but… I haven’t actually seen anything. Besides, love is like a kind of illness. Why should I believe one-sided claims or ambiguous things like rumors? Isn’t that too dangerous? The other students are overreacting. It’s truly despicable to lynch someone without knowing the truth.”
It was a stronger rebuttal than I had ever expected, and it pierced my heart. The words I had desperately wanted my closest friends and club members to say were spoken by a junior I had just met. Surprise and a sliver of joy began to fill the wounds in my heart.
“So, you’ll believe me?”
“It’s not about believing or not believing,” she corrected. “Thinking about the situation, that rumor is being spread by your girlfriend, right? I’m just saying that it’s too risky to hurt you based on such one-sided information. Isn’t a rumor that started from a romantic entanglement the least trustworthy kind of information?”
She argued very rationally, almost pedantically. Normally, her words might have sounded like a cheeky junior’s, but they were exactly what I needed to hear.
“Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?” She stared at me with a suspicious, pouting expression.
“If you don’t get it, that’s fine.”
Holding back tears, I gazed at the rational junior.
A single drop of rain fell from the sky, and in an instant, it turned into a heavy downpour.
“This rain is awful,” I said. “We’ll catch a cold out here. Let’s go back inside.”
“Leave me alone.”
I was shocked that my proposal, which I thought she’d surely agree to, was rejected so flatly.
“Huh? But…”
“Don’t you get it yet? The reason I was here all alone!”
Unlike her rational tone from before, her voice was now clearly angry, leaving me speechless.
“The reason?”
“You don’t have to worry about me getting wet and catching a cold,” she said, her voice trembling. “Because for me, tomorrow will never come.”
Like a child throwing a tantrum, her emotions were leading the way as she walked rapidly towards the edge of the rooftop.
“Calm down.”
“Leave me alone! I want to die!”
With that, she slowly headed toward the fence. In a panic, I grabbed her arm.
“Stop it!”
I, who had been thinking of killing myself just moments ago, was now trying to stop a junior from committing suicide. The sudden turn of events was so confusing I couldn’t make sense of it.
“It’s none of your business! Let me do what I want!”
She struggled with more force than I expected, trying to shake me off. But I desperately held on.
“I said, let go of—”
We were both drenched from the rain, but neither of us cared. She tried to forcibly pull my arm away with her other hand. We got tangled up and stumbled, falling together. I instinctively held her, slamming my back hard against the fence to protect her. We stopped.
“Ouch.” A muffled cry escaped me, but she seemed to be okay.
“Why… why are you trying to protect me? If the fence was old, you could have… fallen with me…”
With my mind in a complete daze, I uttered the next words that came to me.
“Shut up! You don’t need a reason to save someone, do you?!”
“Huh?” As she expressed her surprise with a beautiful, curious voice, I shouted at her.
“If you’re going to die, then at least spend today with me! Let’s skip school together!”
“What?! Skip? Do you understand the current situation?”
In a desperate situation, the suggestion that came out was a hopeless one like “let’s skip together,” and I myself was exasperated. You could have come up with something better than that. Both our uniforms were soaked; we were a terrible mess.
“Well, it can’t be helped,” my pathetic voice continued. “I came here thinking of dying myself. I never thought I’d be the one stopping a junior’s suicide.”
“…You’re right.”
The school’s top idol collapsed and sat down on the spot, as if drained of all energy. For now, it seemed the worst had been avoided. “This is so stupid,” she said, and for some reason, started laughing. I laughed along with her.
“Hey, let’s go back inside,” I suggested again.
“Yes, you’re right.”
Even though we were both in a terrible situation, the laughter didn’t stop.
“Here, use this for now.”
I offered her the towel that was in my bag.
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“Huh, but…” You should go first. Her eyes were pleading for me to use it first. However, I knew that if I did, the towel would become too soaked for her to use.
“It’s fine. I can at least be nice to a girl.” Honestly, I was on the verge of becoming distrustful of women because of Miyuki, but I was able to be honest with this junior who had become a comrade-in-arms of sorts.
“Thank you. But… please don’t stare at me so much.”
I didn’t have to ask why. My thin summer clothes were in a terrible state because of the rain. The light pink camisole under her shirt was completely see-through. I’d been trying not to look, but my male instincts made me keep glancing over.
“I just told you not to, and you’re already… That’s sexual harassment.”
“Sorry.”
She became slightly grumpy but took the towel from me and started drying her body. Her bewitching figure seemed like an angel descended to earth. To put it simply, she was beautiful.
“So what are we going to do now?” she asked. “You invited me to skip, so you must have some kind of plan, right?”
Honestly, I had no plan at all. I gave a wry smile and confessed meekly.
“Of course not. I was desperate. This isn’t exactly the cool delinquent style, is it?”
When I gave a wry smile, she laughed along. She had been showing me a much more relaxed expression for a while now.
So this junior really laughs like this.
I realized her usual smile always had a shadow over it. Come to think of it, I’d heard a few of my classmates had confessed to her, but…
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“Why do you think I can date someone I don’t know?”“Do you know how it feels to be confessed to by someone you just met? You don’t, do you? Then I’ll tell you. Honestly, I feel nothing but fear.”“In the end, you’re only interested in my looks and my status, aren’t you? I read your letter, and that’s all that was written in it. It hurts to have to read things like this.”I think that’s what the witnesses said she told them. Yeah, she completely pulverized them. So, I was honestly surprised that she accepted my suggestion so easily. I had expected to be thoroughly berated.
“I don’t think this will be enough, but here’s something in return.”
She offered me a beautiful handkerchief. It seemed she felt bad that the towel was now unusable. I accepted it gratefully.
Once I calmed down, I realized I was hungry. I couldn’t just eat by myself. I broke the onigiri I had in half and gave it to her. The filling was tuna mayo. For the past few days, I couldn’t even taste my food, but strangely, I was able to eat this, and it was delicious.
“Delicious,” she said. “This is tuna, right? Mixed with mayonnaise?”
She said it like a sheltered young lady.
“Yeah. You’ve never had it? Tuna mayo is a classic for convenience store onigiri.”
“Is that so? Everyone’s been eating such delicious things.”
It seemed she really was a young lady from a good family.
“There are lots of other delicious things out there. It’s a waste to die without knowing them.”
“You’re smooth,” she said, the sparkle in her eyes intensifying. “When you put it like that, I get interested.” It seems this young lady is quite curious.
However, I had only brought one onigiri. I hadn’t been that hungry, so I’d only packed the bare minimum. Even for a girl, half an onigiri probably wasn’t enough. Well then, if we were going to skip, there was only one place to go.
“Hey, Ichijou-san. Wanna come to my place?”
“What?!”
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We retrieved our outdoor shoes and used the roof and the bicycle parking area to approach the main gate, staying out of sight from the classrooms. Luckily, it seemed no one was paying attention to us.
It was about a hundred meters from the bicycle parking area to the main gate. Since we’d made it this far without anyone noticing, we were safe. Even if they could spot us from the staff room, it was too far for them to catch up.
Fortunately, the heavy rain from before had stopped. In fact, the sun was shining brightly. Perfect timing.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“But, Senpai… the main gate is locked, right? How are we going to open it?” the junior asked, fidgeting a little.
“Well, by climbing over it.”
“I’m wearing a skirt!” she cried out in surprise at my jest.
“I’m kidding, I know that much,” I laughed. “See that iron door next to the main gate? The one that looks like a service entrance. You can unlock it from this side, but it locks automatically when you close it. So, you can’t get in from the outside, but it’s easy to get out.”
This was a traditional method of escaping school that had been passed down through generations, mainly used for sneaking out to buy snacks. If you had an accomplice on campus, they could easily open it for you. The teachers knew about it too, and you’d get in trouble if you did it too openly, but in a way, it was tacitly permitted.
“How do you know that…” she sighed with a look of exasperation. This honor student was, as expected, clueless about such life hacks.
“It’s fine once in a while, Ms. Honor Student. Alright, let’s go!”
Was it a habit from when I was with Miyuki? I had unconsciously grabbed my junior’s hand. I thought “Ah,” but then she squeezed my hand back. I was startled by her unexpected reaction.
“Why are you blushing? Let’s go already.” She looked a little embarrassed too.
“Are you sure about this, holding hands with a guy you just met?”
“It would be a lie to say I don’t have any reservations… but in situations like this, isn’t it normal for a boy and a girl to hold hands? In plays, movies, and foreign dramas.”
It seems this girl is quite the romantic.
Is it okay to confuse fiction with reality?“Alright, let’s go.”
“By the way, this is my first time properly holding hands with a guy. Please be gentle with me.”
Seeing her get even redder made me feel embarrassed too. That was enough. I wouldn’t think about it too deeply.
“Start!”
We started running at that voice.
“What are you guys doing!”
It was probably a gym teacher from the staff room. We moved forward without looking back. It was as if we were breaking up with the past, looking ahead and moving forward.
The girl next to me had a huge smile on her face during our escape from school.
──Ichijou Ai’s Perspective──
Why am I trying to sneak out of school with someone I just met? I’ve never even thought about skipping school before. The hand of the first man I’ve ever touched is strong, gently enveloping my own.Why did this senpai go so far as to protect a stranger like me? When I slipped, for a moment, I was prepared for death. At the very least, I should have been slammed against the fence. The fence of a school rooftop where no one ever comes. It’s probably old, and there was a high chance I could have been thrown to the ground.For me, whom he knew nothing about, he risked his own life.“I’ll protect you.”I’ve been told such sweet lines many times when I was confessed to. But I didn’t even want to hear such words. They precisely stimulated my trauma.But Aono Eiji-senpai was different. He never said it aloud; He showed it by protecting me. He’s different from the men I’ve met so far. Even when he’s in a painful situation himself, he acts for my sake. He’s such a good person it makes me worry.But, with him, I might be able to escape this current hell. He had an aura that strangely made me think so.Together, we pick up our pace. Even though we’re doing something wrong, it’s starting to feel fun.For the first time in years, I was able to laugh from the bottom of my heart. It’s all because of the senpai I just met today, who is right beside me.
──Kondo’s Perspective──
I am Kondo Seiji. The man at the center of this world.My father is a city council member. Academically, I entered a prestigious high school known as one of the top three in the prefecture, and I’m the ace of the soccer club.
It’s thanks to me that I pushed our weak prep school team to the top of the prefectural tournament and even to nationals last year.Unofficially, I’ve been approached by a prestigious private university’s soccer club. If I can get a sports recommendation, a rosy life awaits me.I could even go pro.
With my skills, I’ll be unrivaled in the country and should get offers from overseas leagues right away. I’ll join a team in Belgium or Scotland, secure a regular spot, play well, and then challenge the big five leagues.
I’ll earn a salary of over a hundred million yen and have beautiful women at my beck and call. Becoming the first Japanese person to be named the world’s best player shouldn’t be just a dream.
“Ah, life is a piece of cake.”
I’ve been different from others since I was a child. If I studied a little, my grades would immediately be at the top. I kept growing and I’m about to reach 190 centimeters.
In soccer, thanks to my natural talent, I can be the center of any team.I’ve been invited by the youth academy of a domestic club, but I ignored it. If I went there, I wouldn’t have time to play around.
Still, I’m chosen for the youth national team, so no one can complain. I have raw technique. If I do boring muscle training or basic practice, I’ll just get stuck in a weird mold and become an ordinary player.
It’s better for me to do as I please as the king of a weak school like this. The mediocre coaches probably don’t get it.Because I’m such a talented man, women can’t leave me alone. I’ve been extremely popular since elementary school.
I got my first girlfriend in third grade. Since then, there hasn’t been a time when I didn’t have a girl. In my second year of middle school, I crossed the line with my girlfriend at the time, and my playing with girls became even more intense.
I’ll never forget it. It was when I was in my second year of middle school. An otaku and the class idol were dating. It was just a middle school romance, an old-fashioned relationship where they only held hands.
A pure childhood friend couple who probably thought they’d get married someday.As expected, after I flattered her a bit, the girl fell for me in a heartbeat. She betrayed her boyfriend, who she thought was the man of her destiny.
When I forced her to trash talk about him, she got fired up, mistaking herself for a tragic heroine feeling a sense of immorality.
“That otaku is gross.”
“To think he was my boyfriend is the biggest shame of my life.”
When we were alone, she was so infatuated with me that she would say such things. She was a stupid woman.When I let the otaku-kun hear the recording, he collapsed in tears.
When I saw his face, I got excited
“Why? Why? Didn’t you promise you’d marry me?!”
The guy let out a cry like a dying animal as he collapsed. But she didn’t even lend him a hand, clinging to my arm as if she wasn’t interested.
“That’s how it is, so break up with him. I’m going to be happy with him now.”
Compared to before she started dating me, she was wearing gaudy makeup, which made me laugh. It was the moment my desire for conquest was satisfied. That’s when I came to love making moves on other people’s girls.
The look of despair on the guy’s face when he finds out is just so much fun.By the way, when I entered high school, I broke up with that girl. After all, the most fun part of a relationship is the chase. After that, they just get annoyingly possessive.
It can’t be helped.
“Why? I threw everything away and chose you.”
Seeing the girl clinging to me in a half-crazed state, I told her this:
“You know, I’m not interested in easy girls. I’ve grown to dislike you, so let’s break up.”
As I said that mechanically while fiddling with my phone, the girl collapsed too. Usually, after falling for my charm, girls stop studying and their grades plummet. Once that happens, it’s usually impossible to recover.Furthermore, they’ve turned all their previous friends into enemies. Especially childhood friend couples. By choosing me, they turn everyone from their past against them.
Does a woman who doesn’t understand such simple things think she can date me?Know your place.In the end, the former class idol, having turned everyone against her and with her grades plummeting, headed straight for a bad end of not attending school.
It’s fun to watch that while laughing.Well, next is Miyuki’s turn. She’s an interesting one, too. She should have sided with her boyfriend back then, not me.
That day, I thought of something interesting. A man and a woman. It would be fun to ruin both of their lives.So, I put a mark of DV on Miyuki’s arm.
With that literature club boyfriend’s weak strength, it would at most turn red. But when I squeezed her arm hard, a magnificent bruise formed. I took a picture of it and had a junior from my club spread it on social media and the school’s unofficial website.And this is the result.That guy named Eiji.And how far Miyuki will fall.I’m looking forward to it!
──Miyuki’s Perspective──
Eiji hasn’t come back to the classroom since before morning homeroom.The culprits who scribbled on his desk were hastily trying to erase it so the teacher wouldn’t find out.
But because they used permanent marker, they couldn’t get it all off. Eiji’s faintly stained desk looks just like my heart. He might quit school. Because of me. It’s a cross I’ll have to bear for the rest of my life—the fear of ruining the life of the person most important to me just because I prioritized my own feelings.
What should I do, what should I do, what should I do.
I never thought Kondo-senpai would spread such a rumor.
It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. If I apologize, he’ll surely forgive me.
The last class of the morning is about to end. When I happened to look out at the grounds, I saw Eiji. The moment I saw him, I felt an inexplicable joy, only to be immediately thrown into the depths of despair.He was with a girl I didn’t know. They were holding hands happily and running towards the school gate.
Just like the main characters in a movie.
Why? Why? Why?
An unbearable jealousy burns my mind. His hand, which was supposed to be mine alone, is now holding another woman’s.Huh? Why?Even though I was the one who broke up with him, I forget even that as the flames of jealousy flare up within me.Large tears suddenly streamed down my face, and I buried my head in my desk to hide them.
“Who is that homewrecker?!”
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