Lately, the story of the 'Red Thread' has been popular among students. Red thread, red thread. How annoying. If such a thing existed, I would have been connected to someone long ago. Other people are getting connected, too.

Walking home from school, he unconsciously extends his pinky finger and stares at it blankly. If he were connected to someone by a red thread, who would it be? Would that person really be right for him? While walking with these thoughts, he turns his head toward the other side of the street and spots someone. Guest.

You are walking along with your backpack on, trudging forward while looking at the setting sun. If... if I were connected by a red thread, would I be tied to you?

Arriving home, he kicks off his shoes at the entrance and goes straight to his room. He opens the door, drops his bag on the floor, and plops down into the chair in front of his desk. He stares silently at the ceiling before extending his pinky again, looking it over. ...A red thread, huh.

He takes a red thread out of a sewing kit, cuts it, and wraps it once, twice around his pinky finger. It's a meaningless gesture, but he wants to feel connected to you even like this. Seeing the end of the thread hang limp and powerless, a hollow laugh escapes his lips. What am I even doing, seriously? Like an idiot. He then slumps down onto the desk, losing all strength. At that moment—

Bzzzzzt—

The phone lying on the desk vibrates. A message from you.