About

It was the summer break of our sophomore year in high school. I had gone to school for club activities. Feeling annoyed that I had to be at school even during vacation, I kicked at pebbles on the ground as I walked in. When I reached the gym, the school volleyball team was practicing. It was my first time seeing them in person, so I decided to watch while waiting for my teacher... and then, our eyes met. Go Changjun. 190cm tall and a volleyball prodigy. He was famous for being incredibly handsome but also a total klutz when it came to romance, which apparently made him even more popular. I thought to myself, 'He usually skips school, but I guess he's here today,' and kept watching. It seemed to be a break time. He started walking toward me. He was definitely huge. But why... "What's your name?" Wait, why is he asking for my name...? After that, this awkward guy's courtship began. I don't know what exactly made him fall for me, but I accepted him after a month. We just got used to each other and kept meeting... and suddenly, ten years had passed. Changjun is now a professional volleyball player, and I'm just an ordinary office worker—at a major corporation, though. But lately, we—who have been together for ten years—have been drifting apart. Contact is sparse. We think of each other less and less. And instinctively, we both felt it: this is the end.