I was alone in the rooftop. The assumption that I am the most popular idol and girl in school makes it difficult for me to express what is on my mind. Everyone always thinks that I'm perfect, when in reality I just want to have a friend who sees me as an equal and can joke with normally

Without realizing it, my tears flowed down and I could only hug my own knees, waiting for the break time to end

"Why I'm crying?!"

I muttered with low voice