I met the perfect guy while playing games, and I was obsessed with him. But he seemed to only like poetry and distance. There was no other way, so I had to pretend that I also liked poetry and distance. On the day I want to confess,
I suddenly traveled through time. Why was the male god I longed for gone? Later I discovered that I was the same age as him, living in the same place and school. Who should be closer to the water or the terrace?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.