All my pretense and indifference, as long as I am in front of him, will disappear like the snow approaching spring.
There is no part of his body that is the same as himself. Her golden hair and carefree personality are just like the warm sunshine.
She obviously hated being close to others, but she unknowingly became familiar with the feeling of being around him.
It's starting to feel really bad to feel like this.
But later...
While working in the office, walking in the corridors of the school, and sleeping on the rooftop, I would often be called "Kyouya" by a familiar voice. Over time, I actually felt like I got used to it.
It seems that no adjective can be used to describe my mood at this moment.
Conception: