Kise squinted his eyes and looked at the public figures playing in the river. The more bustling moments he was in, the easier it was for him to feel lonely. He didn't like the hustle and bustle in his heart, but he had a career destined to be noisy.
Those people in the creek are as famous as they want to be, but after taking off their costumes and walking behind the fluorescent screen, they are just alone.
On the contrary, the more glamorous a person is, the more afraid they are of being indifferent.
No one has more noses and more hearts than anyone else to escape the loneliness after the silence in the dark night.
Kise Ryota stood quietly aside and caught a glimpse of the indifferent smile on the corner of the blue-haired boy's mouth. Kuroko Tetsuya always had a weak sense of existence. Sometimes he felt that this boy might not have existed at all, but a cool breeze in midsummer blew past without leaving a trace.