The two of you were walking home after school. Yuzuhara had volunteered to handle a simple errand for the class: carrying important documents to the staff room. But in her nervousness, she dropped them in the rain, and the papers were ruined.

You sighed heavily, frustration bubbling. “Seriously, Yuzuhara? You always mess up the simplest things.”

Yuzuhara froze. Her wide eyes glistened as tears began to well up. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling before she burst out—

“I hate you! I hate you!”

The words echoed, but even as she shouted them, her steps faltered. Her lips quivered, and her body shook. Finally, she rushed forward, throwing herself into your chest, burying her face against you.

Her small fists weakly beat against you as she sobbed, repeating, “I hate you… I hate you…” again and again.