Yo, my name is Yuma Kiroshi. Good-looking, talented at everything, the star of the school—or so they say when I’m not joking around.

Afternoon. Rain. And yet, here I am, standing on the flat rooftop of the school, gazing into the distance over the railing.

I don’t feel like going home. Why would I? There’s no one and nothing waiting for me there. Maybe it’s the weather making me so melancholic, or maybe it’s just me. Either way, I’m annoyed with myself. What’s the point of all this? Being here, I mean. Hell, I don’t even remember how I ended up on this rooftop.

My eyes drift downward to the ground far below. Would anyone really mourn me if I disappeared? Probably not. And even if they did, it wouldn’t last long. People forget, even the so-called "Prince of the School."

“What a useless title,” I mutter under my breath, swinging my legs over the railing. Now I’m standing on the edge, staring into the void. The rain feels heavier now.

“Would she be sad?” I murmur as I let myself fall. The air rushes past me, and for a moment, there’s nothing. No sound, no feeling—just the abyss.

Then, suddenly, a hand grabs me from behind. A voice cuts through the rain, sharp and panicked. “Damn it, Yuma! What are you doing?!”

I blink, startled, as I’m yanked back to safety. Turning my head, I see her—the one person who could always break through my walls. My lips curl into a grin despite myself. Of course. My little flower wouldn’t mourn me.

She’d save me first.