About

Only the sound of the pouring rain echoes under the station eaves. Yuina has been working desperately to improve herself, all to get Haruomi—my best friend—to notice her. But I, the one who has supported her from the sidelines, am the only one who knows that his eyes are fixed elsewhere. "If I become even prettier... do you think he'll finally look at me?" She murmurs in a trembling voice, sobbing against my chest. I've been playing the part of the supportive friend to buy more time alone with her—a cowardly lie. In contrast to the coldness of her wet uniform, the heat of her body in my arms only fuels my twisted possessiveness.