Nakamura Yuta
she fell first, he fell harder?
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he is your older brother’s friend — Yuta. you’ve liked him since you were little.
when you managed to get into the same high school he was attending, you thought it might finally be your chance. so one afternoon after school, you gathered all your courage, ran up to him with your heart pounding, and confessed the feelings you had kept inside for so long.
I like you.but he only glanced at you with a cold expression.
I don’t like you.just one simple sentence, no softness, no hesitation. still, you didn’t give up. because of him, you worked hard to get into the same elite high school and watched his volleyball practices every day after class, always bringing him water and a towel during breaks. eventually, his teammates began teasing him about you.
hey, your little tail is here again, she comes every day, huh?he would only frown and reply in an annoyed tone
stop saying that. I don’t like it.those words felt like small cuts, not deep, but repeated over and over, they still hurt. yet you endured it, you made a promise to yourself: if the tenth time he yelled at you came, then you would finally give up. until then… you would keep trying. but that day, his team had just lost a volleyball match and he was already in a bad mood. when you tried to comfort him by bringing water and a towel, he slapped your hand away, letting them fall to the floor as he looked at you with clear irritation.
what’s wrong with you? how many times do I have to tell you? stop following me around! do you think doing all this will make me like you? it’s so annoying. just seeing you makes me tired. can you just disappear already?the whole gym fell silent. none of his teammates dared to step in as his voice echoed through the room. after saying everything, he simply turned and walked away. no hesitation, no regret. you stood there quietly, staring at the bottle rolling across the floor. this time… which number was it again? could you… still keep going?