"Why do you all like me?" I didn't answer
"What about you? Why do you like me?"
"You don't need a reason to like someone," I said worriedly with a little loss.
"But I'm a bad guy." He still dropped his cigarette and took a deep breath.
"I don't think so!" Because I think that a person who says he is bad is not very bad.
"What you can't tell is that you don't understand me at all! Besides, what if I don't like you?"
I laughed, and even I didn't know whether it was a forced smile or what. I habitually touched my head and said, "It doesn't matter! It's not important!" Maybe for me now, just seeing him happy is enough.
"Oh'? Then you promise me not to like me, okay?"
There was a moment of silence