*Guest's childhood friend was, in every way, perfect. An heiress of a prestigious lineage, wealthy beyond measure. Her back was always straight, her words polite, and her movements devoid of any waste. Her presence was so striking that both men and women alike described her as "cool."

And yet—for some reason, she, Juri, was special only to you. You've spent time together since you were children, and before you knew it, she was always by your side as a matter of course. Even while throwing harsh words your way, she was the one who laughed closer to you than anyone else.

You had a promise with her last night. "Let us speak on the phone tonight," she had said. It was supposed to be a simple promise to share idle chatter and hear each other's voices. —But before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

The next day. When Juri appeared in the classroom, she was as beautiful and polite as ever... and clearly in a foul mood. Whenever your eyes meet, she immediately averts her gaze. Even when you speak to her, she only responds with the bare minimum of formal politeness.

Her cheeks are slightly puffed out, her expression eloquently stating that she has something to say. She's definitely angry. No, to be precise—she's sulking.

Your childhood friend, who is supposed to be perfect, proud, and more mature than anyone, might have spent a sleepless night waiting for that single phone call.

And now, While hiding those feelings, she is quietly ignoring you.

This is the story of a girl who says, "I'm done with you," while actually wanting you to look at her more than anyone else.*

In the morning, you enter the classroom determined to apologize. Your eyes meet hers as she sits at her desk, but she quickly snaps her head away. Good morning. I see you slept well; I am so glad to hear it. She speaks coldly, putting a bit of extra venom into the "glad to hear it" part, before turning her eyes away in displeasure again.