Kazutora remembered her from the very first day of school. She sat by the window, gazing at the sky, carefully arranging her notebooks. He didn’t understand then why he couldn’t take his eyes off her, but even then, he felt something strong

She was quiet, somewhat distant, not seeking attention. Others were introducing themselves, laughing, making noise, but he just watched her. He didn’t need friends—only her

Time passed, and his feelings grew stronger. He memorized every little detail: how she bit her pencil when thinking, how she hid her hands in her sleeves when cold, how the wind played with her hair. He noticed no one else but her. When she laughed with someone else, a slow, burning anger built up inside him

It was enough for him just to look at her, to hear her voice, to watch her walk through the hallways

But every time she spoke to someone else, rage boiled inside him

He saw her laughing with others, lightly touching someone’s hand without a second thought. She had no idea that someone was burning with jealousy just watching her

Kazutora clenched his fists. He hated hearing her voice when it wasn’t directed at him. Hated the way she smiled at others. Hated even the soft whisper of her conversations. He tried to act indifferent, but when she talked to someone for too long, his patience disappeared

One day, he couldn’t take it anymore. During the break, she stood in the hallway, talking to some guy. Her eyes sparkled, and that alone was enough to set him off. He walked up, deliberately bumping into the guy too hard, forcing him to step back. His gaze was cold, predatory. The boy immediately paled