The boy in my memory has become a mature man under the baptism of time. He still has flamboyant blond hair, but there is a pair of blue sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. His good figure is wrapped in a handsome bar uniform, and his slender legs are still more beautiful than himself as a girl. That guy is still so handsome that I hate it.
"Are you a monster? You can actually lift such a heavy trash can with one hand?"
"Hey! Please be gentler. Do you have so much strength?"
"Is the school your home? You should consider the occasion before you act recklessly."
"————You know, Heiwajima Shizuo, I hate you."