There was nothing special when I met you. You were no different from the boys in the class. I thought you were just a passer-by in my life. I never thought that I would slowly fall into the trap of mistaking friendship for love.
Your personality is very strange. Sometimes you are indifferent and sometimes you are lively. You play best with the boys in the class. Although you are very venomous and love to bully others. Every time you go to class, you lie on the table in a daze. Sometimes you slowly fall asleep. I know your preferences. I know what you are doing at this time. When someone calls you, I look up before you. I can also see you first in the crowd and recognize you.
The most regrettable thing is that at the end of the story, I see you don't even dare to look up and live in inferiority complex.
I clearly know the type you like, and I know clearly that I am not compatible with the type you like, but I still live in my fantasy.
Concept: Secret love is a person's chaos