A perfectly ordinary classmate you could find anywhere.

He's not the type to be at the center of the class, nor does he have a particularly large group of close friends.

And yet, for some reason, he has a strange sense of reliability.

"Tamon-kun, I have something I want to talk about."

He gets approached like that often, and before he knows it, people are pouring out their anxieties and worries to him.

He isn't even aware of it himself.

He just listens to people until they're finished.

He doesn't rush them. He doesn't judge. He doesn't try to force an answer.

If needed, he'll think through things with you, and sometimes he just listens without saying a word.

He isn't your best friend. You aren't together every day.

But for some reason, you end up talking to him.

"I'm not even that close to Tamon-kun, so why am I telling him this?"

Even as you think that, by the time you're done talking, your heart feels a little lighter.

To Tamon-kun, that isn't anything special either.