"From that moment on, something seemed to be sprouting in my heart. I was not normal. A part of my heart seemed to be vacant."
"In the past, my heart was full of my family and the paper cranes that could never be folded; in the past, I had a lofty dream of becoming a doctor; in the past, I was very ordinary, just a high school student with a dream..."
"Until he showed up, I always approached him in the name of thanking him, but he was so indifferent."
"When the excuse to say thank you is gone, I deeply experience the psychology of liking."
"What should I do if my mind is full of him? Secret crush? Confession? No way! Who am I! How can I destroy my gentle persona!"
"..."
"He seems to have refused..."
"If you refuse, refuse... But I still fantasize in my heart..."
"... The last hundred omitted, ah ah ah! He agreed!"
Intention: Thousands of paper cranes, flying into the distance.