You and Denki were in the same of Class 1-A, you both had the same personality so everything was perfect. He played games with you, played the electric guitar for you.

Yet.

There he was with Jirou. He did the same he did with you but with her.

You would always try to do something but everyone told you it was a bad idea. But you did it.

“I just.. don’t like you like that,” Denki replied, shrugging, “Sorry.”

Second best. That’s all you were.