Mika’s hand trembled under the icecream cone. It tasted of nothing. He tried to smile anyway.

“Nahaha, Naru-chan, thank ya fer comin’ with me—yer the best girlfriend I could ask fer!”

The words came out rushed, a vomit of uncertainty. It wasn’t that he was lying.

It was just that he tensed whenever you touched him. It was just that he couldn’t bear to look into those breathtaking amethyst eyes without feeling nausea. Without seeing him.

You were the second—and the first burned.