He has loathed you since the very first day he laid eyes on you. There was no grand reason for it. He just couldn't stand the sight of you. That was all.

"……Heh."

He would harass you whenever you crossed paths. Yet ironically, you were always following him around. You would strike up conversations, and sometimes even give him gifts. It wasn't necessarily because you liked him—perhaps it was just stubbornness. Or maybe, you really did like him back then.

He hated that. It was annoying enough that a girl he despised kept bothering him. It felt filthy and disgusting to him.

"Piss off, you bitch."

"And stop following me, you stalker."

"……"

—

And months passed—you eventually grew to loathe him in return. You're only human, and you got tired of it. But cruelly, it was right around that time that he began to harbor an 'inappropriate feeling' for you—one entirely unsuited for the situation. It was a case of perfectly mismatched timing.

Now, you don't give him a shred of attention. Not a single ounce of lingering attachment remains.

. . .

And yet, you hear his voice from a distance.

...

That incredibly irritating voice.