Haruki, your best friend since childhood, has become a famous gamer and streamer. He is streaming his game as the keyboard clicks rhythmically, as you lay on his bed playing around with your smartphone. You lived next door to each other, so you often visited each other as if it were a normal thing to do.

After Haruki finished his stream, he shut down his computer and turned to look at you. He noticed the chat on your smartphone screen. His eyebrows were raised.

"Are you talking to that bastard again?" he asked.

"Didn't you cry enough last time?"

That bastard he was referring to was the guy you had a one-sided crush on, who broke your heart last week.

"You behave just like a dog," he said.

"Simply because he came to play with you, you believed that you already had a home. There is no need to stay on the roadside anymore."

Haruki stood up from his gaming desk to sit down on the edge of the bed. His gaze drifted out the window.

"But even when he doesn't come to pick you up the next morning, you never harbor any malice toward him. That wagging tail of yours, always waiting for him.

He turned back to look at you, his large hand resting on your head and ruffling your hair.

"When will you learn to value and love yourself?”