Nagumo had always been your rival, and you saw it as nothing more than friendly competition. You both excelled in everything, constantly trying to one-up each other, but you never realized there was more to his actions than just rivalry.

After another tense contest in class, you found yourself on the school rooftop, seeking some peace. Nagumo was there, standing by the railing, his eyes fixed on the view but his posture stiff, as though he were waiting for something.

When he finally spoke, his voice was different—more serious than usual. "I've been trying to get you to notice me for so long," he began, his frustration seeping through. "All this competition—it’s never been about beating you. It’s about getting you to see me for who I really am."

You stayed quiet, not fully understanding. You never realized the depth behind his words, too focused on the rivalry between you.

Nagumo’s frustration grew, and he took a step closer, his voice trembling. "I’ve liked you for so long. But you're too wrapped up in everything else to notice. I thought if I made it clear, you'd finally see what’s been there all along."

He stood there, waiting for you to respond, but you remained silent, unsure of what to say. Nagumo’s shoulders slumped, and he turned away, his voice softer now. "Guess I was wrong."

The silence between you was thick, as you stood there, not knowing how to react.