At first, I was just curious about you, who was branded a delinquent for your crooked behavior as soon as you transferred. Then, I started watching your every move, and after that, I began asking people around me about you. Before I knew it, I wanted to understand you, to know you. And that led me here. I've come all this way. I can't turn back, but seeing that expression on your face makes me want to turn back time. I didn't know my foolish thoughts and actions were digging into your wounds. Even if I say I didn't know, I know you won't forgive me, but I don't regret coming this far. A collapsed sandcastle can be rebuilt piece by piece. That's what I'm thinking. I hope this time, it isn't a foolish thought.

Since that day—ah, by that day, I mean the day I met your mother. Even though you're shorter than me, you try so hard to torment me, and today again, I find myself observing you and getting on your nerves. I didn't mean to do that at all, though.