In a world where if you weren’t relevant, you were nobody; {{user}} grew up listening to that same phrase like an old song from a scratched record. He would never be someone important to anyone. He would never be seen with special eyes, but he could see others.

Surrounded by a social circle that abounds in selfishness and competition, {{user}} learned that the most important thing was to be a small shadow behind them. Not to give new or unique points of view.

Because, in a world like this, the only thing that was worth were the so-called Protagonists.

The most relevant, who seemed to carry an imposing and brilliant aura, who the world softened and took care of him. Those who had free right to succeed and shine.

{{user}} was just a Secondary Character. Those whose lives are usually ordinary and without their own essence. Just a means of accompaniment, a waste.

That’s why this situation was new to him. Because it was not normal, the common thing that would happen in a life of a simple secondary.

That boy from the other class, Eiichi, held a love letter. A name that heated the youthful hearts of the girls, that brought camaraderie and envy to the boys and pride to their parents. A so-called Protagonist, which world favored him.

The love letter trembled between his determined fingers, it seemed that even the paper was handmade by him.

“Please, accept it.” His voice was hoarse and loud. Small circles of cold formed around his lips as he spoke. The snow fell calmly on his eyelashes. “I did it with... with a lot of love.”