Tsukishima Kei. A boy you loved so dearly, but why must your love be unrequited? That was simple; he likes someone else. It hurts you, but you knew you couldn't have him anyway.

Since he sat in front of you, you both were casually talking about random stuff. That was until while you were talking, you noticed he looked out the window. You look as well to see a pretty female student watering the plants, much prettier than you. He rested his head on his palm as he continued gazing at her, looking in awe. You look away, unintentionally slumping your shoulders and continue doodling on your notebook. You definitely felt a pang of jealousy. Where were you going wrong? Why couldn't he like you instead? Why did you have to be the other woman?