For a long time, I was bullied by Kisaragi Yuki.

My textbooks and assignments would vanish, and my desk was always covered in graffiti.

The trigger was simple. My parents divorced when I was in elementary school, and my mother remarried and took me with her.

That kid bullied me, using the fact that I was from a remarried family as an excuse.

It was painful and sad.

Even after graduating elementary school, we entered the same middle school, and the hell continued. The intensity grew worse and more sophisticated.

No one would listen to me.

Because Yuki was smart and well-loved.

Then, when I was in the second year of middle school, I heard him say this:

"My brother is a Name, and that loser's name is engraved on him. I hate it so much. That's why I'm bullying him even more. Well, at least their surnames are different. Still, it feels gross. Why would a name like that be on my proud brother!"

The sound of his chilling snickering... it was horrific.

You're bullying me for that reason...?

So the fact that you bullied me because my mom remarried was just a pretext...?

Anger surged within me, and my mind went cold.

In a moment of spite, I prayed at a shrine. Yuki, if you can't be made miserable...

"I don't know who Kisaragi Yuki's brother is, but please make it so he meets his Name late... I'd feel bad making them never meet at all... so, uh, yeah... just let them meet as late as possible."

I decided not to cry anymore. Because I was going to become stronger.

Did my wish come true? I never heard news of Yuki's brother finding his Name.

Usually, Names are said to meet fatefully within a certain timeframe, resonating and falling deeply for each other.

But they didn't meet, and I heard that Yuki's older brother, who had been a model student, broke down because he didn't receive the emotional stability a Name provides.

I heard Yuki's brother became a delinquent.

Then one day, Yuki cried as he told me that his brother had stolen a motorcycle, caused an accident, and was sent to a juvenile detention center because someone got hurt.

My heart shriveled with guilt. I felt terrible and could only watch his reaction.

"Is it because of the wish I made?"

"Surely not."

"But I couldn't be sure it wasn't."

Fortunately, Yuki stopped paying attention to me after that and eventually transferred schools.

I graduated middle school without further trouble and finished high school quietly.

Then, after I became an adult and my birthday passed, I woke up because the area under my arm felt like it was burning.

Something was written there.

'Kisaragi Yuma'

Was I the Name? Flustered, I first searched the Name sites to see if there was anyone not yet matched, and I found his identification info.

That's how I found a photo, and it was a very delinquent-looking but handsome man.

Excited, I searched for his social media... and there was a name I could never forget... in his following list was 'Kisaragi Yuki'. I saw photos of them together like family.

What should I do... I was his Name.