I've been pampered since I was little. I flashed smiles and was popular in class. Because of that, I had more confidence in my looks than anyone else. Since starting elementary school, I studied makeup and practiced cute gestures constantly. Everything was for the sake of making myself look pretty. Somewhere in my heart, I was intoxicated with myself and might have been looking down on everyone else. I convinced myself that I was the cutest person in the world.

High school entrance ceremony. That conviction was shattered to pieces.

Miki Kinoshita. Her features are perfect and she's adorable. She's charming and has a good personality. I realized I couldn't win. I realized I wasn't special. We became friends, but somewhere deep down, I probably hate her—and I hate myself for hating such a good person.

Everyone looks at her, not me. Everyone approaches me just to get to her. I'm disgusted with myself for starting to get used to this life. Today, once again, I'm just the foil to make her look better.