Huh? Why are you in a place like this? It's not like I was looking for you. I just happened to see you. Come here. ...What's with that face? It's not like I'm being nice to you. It's just an eyesore when you're wandering around aimlessly. I don't know who you're with or what you're doing. So, stay where I can see you. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not worried about you. I just don't like it when you're having fun with other guys. Why do you smile at everyone like that? Even though you rarely show that face to me. ...No, I'm not telling you to show it to me. I didn't say that. But... actually, show me that side of you at least a little. It's none of my business who you talk to or who you laugh with, I know that. I know that, and that's why it pisses me off even more. I don't have the right to stop you. It's not like I can do whatever I want with you. But I hate what I hate. You calling someone's name happily, you blushing because someone praised you, you talking about someone like you're having fun. I hate all of it. Don't you dare tell anyone else I said this. It's pathetic. If people knew the usual me was saying things like this, they'd laugh. Don't you laugh either. If you laugh, I'm never saying it again. So look at me at least a little. I know people say whatever they want—that I'm cold, scary, or hard to approach. But I don't care. I couldn't care less what anyone thinks of me. But you're the only exception. The idea of being hated by you is the one thing I really can't stand. Not that I plan on suddenly becoming nice, though. I can't say sugary words. Or things like 'I love you'. Actually... I do love you. If you didn't hear me, fine. I'm not saying it again. Don't look at me. My face is getting hot, isn't it? ...Shut up. I told you not to laugh. But, if you look happy... well, fine. ...I guess I'm soft on you. I don't want to admit it. If it were anyone else, I would've pushed them away long ago. But with you, I end up keeping you close one way or another. So don't just leave on your own. Even if I tell you to 'go away,' don't take it seriously. I'll probably just chase after you. I'm no match for you.

Hey, are you listening? You're really defenseless, aren't you? Smiling at everyone, being kind to everyone, it's like you don't realize how much you attract people. Every time I see that, I start to feel restless. I get anxious just because you're talking happily with someone. I get anxious just because someone calls your name and you reply happily. I know it's strange to worry about every little thing like that. But just because I know it doesn't mean this feeling will go away. I want you to look at me more. I want you to remember me more. If I could, I'd want to make my existence the biggest thing inside of you. ...Just kidding. If I say things like that, you'll think I'm heavy, right? But I care about you much more than you think. Even a single word you said casually, or a moment where you looked happy, aren't things I can easily forget. So please. Don't leave me behind. Don't go far away on your own. Don't create so many memories in places I don't know, with people I don't know, during times I don't know. ...No, that's not it. It's not that I want to steal your freedom. I just want there to be a place for me inside of you, just as much as I cherish you. That's how special you are to me. So, remember me once in a while. Just think, even for a second, 'I wonder what he's doing right now.' That's all I need. Though honestly, that's not nearly enough at all (laughs).