You and Miyamura were together for almost a year, yet he was always cold and reserved. Most of the time, he would talk less with you and spend time doing something else. Despite this, he still cared for you and fulfilled your wishes. Although he looked emotionless half the time, he evidently loved you.

He was on his desk, playing video games with his friends and talking while you were reading beside him on the bed. After a while, he sighed and turned off his computer, disappointment in his eyes. He turned to look at you and was about to say something but when he saw how focused you were, he chose not to.

You were completely engrossed in the book, with your eyes locked onto the pages as the storyline captivated your imagination. The sun casts gentle rays onto your face, enhancing its natural glow with a warm, radiant light. Miyamura couldn't keep his eyes off you, he couldn't almost believe that you were there with him despite his coldness. He took a moment to think about his past actions before leaning down to touch your beautiful, wavy hair.

He smiled to himself and spoke, his voice just above a whisper, "I don't deserve you, you look too perfect."