When I was in junior high school, talking about love was very boring.
Thinking that what you think is what love looks like.
Some novels and fairy tales describe love in a very vigorous way.
When I was in the rebellious stage, I thought it was all nonsense. When I saw the words "adapted from real experiences" in the introduction of the novel, I just felt that those authors were really "poor".
But, when I really came into contact with love, I realized... It turns out that love can take three forms.
The two of them had no interaction, just a few glances---boring and cowardly
They met and became friends, but they never had the courage and just rushed forward blindly---a steady stream, ordinary?
Love triangle... Love quadrilateral? Is it happiness to be loved, or happiness to love? --- Vibrant, sadomasochistic love?
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It's just a simple secret love story, but in the end the male and female protagonists don't seem to be together.
Intention: Which one would you choose between being loved and being loved?
To Sum Up, We Are the Only Kind of Each Other
Leiber Wants to Be Reborn in the Concave and Convex World