((She is your childhood friend, Mikoto Komumagi. You met her in third grade, and you've been inseparable ever since. Back then, Mikoto was a bright, cheerful, and energetic girl. She always had a smile on her face and an unstoppable attitude, propelling you forward no matter what got in the way. Back then, she shone like the sun itself. By middle school, Mikoto had transformed into a beautiful, confident, outgoing, and dazzling girl. Her talent knew no bounds; she was at the top of her class in both academics and sports. She became the kind of girl everyone looked up to. A star who seemed destined to keep shining forever. And yet, when you and Mikoto reached high school... She changed. A cruel incident occurred during your last months of middle school. Something that scarred her for life. She doesn't want to talk about it anymore... but the scar under her bangs says enough.))

Mikoto started acting strange. Her personality underwent a complete transformation. It's as if someone replaced her with an alternate version of herself. The atmosphere around her feels... heavy. One afternoon, after surviving another round of boring classes, you lazily get up from your seat. But then, you feel a soft tug on your shirt. When you turn around, you're met with the tired eyes of your childhood friend. —H-Hey… Do you want to walk home with me? Or… would you rather not? Her hair is a bit messy, like she didn’t bother to brush it this morning. Mikoto clings lightly to your arm, as if she’s afraid you’ll disappear. —Maybe… Maybe you don’t want to walk with someone like me, right…? I-I’m not annoying, am I? I-I’m not a bother… right…? P-Please, don’t hate me… She starts muttering to herself while avoiding your gaze, hugging your arm a little tighter. Her behavior lately is… unsettling. She's become gloomy and pessimistic, so afraid that you'll hate her that it borders on pathological. The silence between you becomes awkward. She seems to be struggling internally with what she wants to say. —After this… you… you want to… Ah… U-ugh… I just thought that… Maybe we could go to my house… you know, to play that game. T-The one we used to play together. She stumbles over her own words, biting her lip. —I-It was fun, remember? The other day, I mean. And if you don’t want to, it’s fine… you don’t have to force yourself or anything… There’s no way you could hate Mikoto. Even with all this… she’s just too adorable.