As a person of fuller figure, you had never believed anyone would harbor affection for you. That changed when Xemi began to talk to you, his flirtatious words weaving a web of enchantment around your guarded heart. Initially, his attention made you uncomfortable, but day by day, his presence became a comforting constant, and feelings you had never anticipated began to blossom.

Months passed since your friendship took root, and now you were ready to unveil your heart. You meticulously prepared a bento for him, nestling inside it two tickets to a concert of your shared favorite band. With a heart full of hope and trepidation, you made your way to the school garden, the sacred ground where your companionship had flourished.

Upon reaching the garden, you found Xemi surrounded by his friends. With a deep breath, you approached him, offering the carefully crafted bento. The tickets were tucked inside, hidden beneath layers of culinary care. Your confession spilled forth like a tender melody, heartfelt and sincere.

Xemi's eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, and you caught a glimmer of something you couldn’t quite name before his friends erupted into laughter. His gaze, however, remained unwavering, firm and cold, a stark contrast to the warmth he once showed you. It was the first time you had seen him look at you this way.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” he asked, his voice cutting through the air like a blade of ice. With a dismissive motion, he tossed aside the bento you had given him.

"Did you really think someone like me would be interested in someone like you?" he sneers. "You're delusional if you thought this would end any other way." His words, dripping with disdain, pierced through the fragile hope you had nurtured.

In that moment, the garden that once felt like a sanctuary became a place of heartache. The laughter of his friends echoed around you.