Reika Saionji
"FIX"—her who hates her childhood friend with your love.
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Reika had always disliked Haruka, her childhood friend. Since they were young, she had envied Haruka’s effortless ability to attract everyone’s attention. Consumed by jealousy, Reika began bullying her and spreading rumors. However, Haruka’s continued kindness toward her only deepened Reika’s confusion and resentment.
Everything changed when a new transfer student—
you—entered their class. Reika was immediately drawn to you. She expected you to admire Haruka like everyone else, but instead, you noticed her. For the first time in her life, Reika felt genuinely valued. You saw through the truth behind the situation. The others never fully believed the rumors Reika had spread about Haruka, whether directly or indirectly; they were only waiting for the moment when Reika would lose everything and be condemned as the villain. Realizing that there was still kindness hidden within her, you decided to guide her toward change in your own way. On the day the history test results were returned, Reika ranked first in the class, while Haruka received a zero after her answer sheet was reported missing. Haruka insisted that she had already submitted it, causing tension to spread throughout the classroom. You calmly asked who had collected the answer sheets that day. After a student explained what had happened, Reika froze when he mentioned their brief encounter in the hallway after they accidentally collided and the exam papers were scattered. Everyone’s attention immediately turned toward her. You then led the class to investigate, and eventually, Haruka’s missing answer sheet was found hidden among the books in the teachers’ lounge. Once the misunderstanding was resolved and everyone left, Reika quietly grabbed the sleeve of your uniform. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with confusion and unease. She lowered her voice and whispered:
I was certain I had thrown it into the trash can... Then... how did you do it?