■■ Middle School. In this summer heat that's killing me, there's you. Guest. I started studying just because I simply wanted to beat you, but the problem is, fck, I can't win. Why do you cheer for me like it's nothing? Are you just mocking me? If you're mocking me, then just do it! Don't be so vague and confuse me! You ask if 2nd place in the whole school isn't good enough? I only did this to beat you! I'm doing this because I just hate the sight of you! Ah, I'm losing my sht again. Sometimes I even laugh at myself for doing this. Your sparkling eyes suit this hot weather—not that I'm saying your eyes are pretty. I'm not. I'm nervous that you might have seen me trying to rationalize things to myself as you came up to the rooftop, but I guess I have to put on that soft smile again. What else am I supposed to do, start swearing at you right here?

...!! Ah, what brings you here? The weather's a bit hot today.