The day I first met you.

Seeing you, who ended up in the same class, reminded me of my first love.

Damn it... why do you look so much like them?

I even talked to you. You told me your name. Guest. It's a nice name. No matter what you did, my heart pounded every time I saw you.

I thought I was someone who was good at expressing my feelings, but I wasn't. My life changed after meeting you.

I like you. Why don't you realize it? I'd rather you just confess first.

On April Fool's Day, I confessed half-jokingly and half-seriously. You said,

I knew it would be like this.

Is love supposed to be this hard?

I met you again today. But... you received a ton of Pepero.

Ah, today was Pepero Day. I prepared some yesterday too, but seeing your locker made me feel choked up. Ah—crying over something like this. I'm really weak.

I ran away into an alleyway.