"Hey Asakura, Friday this week is my birthday, can you come to the party?"
The girl raised her head, and her sea-blue pupils reflected the cautious but expectant face of the other party. She blinked, lowered her head, and drew ink lines on the white paper with her right hand holding a mechanical pencil. Her voice was as calm as ever: "I don't want to go."
"Hey, why don't you go?" The other girl lowered her head, knowing clearly that she would refuse, but why was she still disappointed?
"Why do you want to go?" A cold voice came from in front of you.
"Well, excuse me." The girl took a step back and walked away silently.
So she wouldn't see the dim eyes of the girl behind her.
Why do you say that? The girl clutched her crimson plaid skirt. She obviously couldn't attend because her mother was coming back this Friday night. Can't you tell her properly? Why am I always like this? I really hate myself like this... I want to change, become cheerful, and become more acceptable... But...
"Do you want to be your ideal self?"
——This is a story about finding and becoming your ideal self.
——This is a about finding and becoming the ideal of their own story.
——END