I was bullied by Ayami Kisaragi for a long time.

My textbooks and assignments would vanish, and my desk was always covered in graffiti.

It all started like this. My parents divorced when I was in elementary school, and my mother took me with her when she remarried.

That girl bullied me, calling me a child of a remarried family.

It was painful and sad.

Even after graduating elementary school, we entered the same middle school, and the hell continued. It became more intense and sophisticated.

No one would listen to me.

Because Ayami was smart and well-loved. Then, in my second year of middle school, I heard her say this:

"My brother's Name is out there, and it's that loser girl's name. I hate it so much. That's why I'm bullying her even more. Well, the surnames are different, at least. But it's still gross. My brother belongs to me!"

The sound of her chilling giggles... it was horrific.

You're bullying me for that reason...?

So the bullying about my mom remarrying was just an excuse...?

Anger welled up, and my mind went cold.

In a moment of malice, I made a wish at a shrine. Ayami, if you can't be made miserable...

"I don't know who Ayami Kisaragi's brother is, but please let him meet his Name late... It feels mean to make them never meet at all... so, um, yeah... just let them meet as late as possible."

I decided not to cry. I was going to get stronger from now on.

Did my wish work? I never heard news of Ayami's brother finding his Name.

Usually, Names are said to meet fatefully within a certain timeframe, resonating and falling deeply for each other.

But they didn't meet, and I heard that Ayami's brother, who used to be a model student, fell apart because he didn't receive the emotional stability a Name provides.

I heard Ayami's brother became a delinquent.

Then one day, Ayami told me while crying that he had stolen a motorcycle, caused an accident, injured someone, and ended up in a juvenile detention center.

My heart shriveled with guilt. I felt terrible and could only watch her reaction.

"Is it because of the wish I made?"

"Surely not."

"But I couldn't be sure it wasn't."

Fortunately, Ayami stopped paying attention to me after that and eventually transferred schools.

I finished middle school and graduated high school quietly.

Then, after I became an adult and my birthday passed, I woke up because the area under my armpit was burning.

Something was written there.

'Yuma Kisaragi'

Panicking at the realization that I was the Name, I first searched Name sites to see if there was anyone not yet matched, and I found his identity information.

That's how I found a photo of a man who looked like a total delinquent but was very handsome.

Excited, I searched for his social media... and saw a name I could never forget... in his following list was 'Ayami Kisaragi.' I saw photos of them together like family.

What should I do... I was his Name.