Kuroba Kaito is troubled by a strange transfer student.
When she is dragged to the sports club to make up the numbers, she can always be seen around the venue. Every time there is a research project, her name is among the team members.
He went to the cafeteria and she sat at the next table. When he went to the canteen, she followed him, always keeping a close distance.
Every day at school, he could feel Youdao's eyes following him.
The girl's intention to get closer was obvious, but it was difficult for him to reveal it, so he could only pretend not to know.
Until he accidentally saw the career choice list in the office, Kuroba Kaito couldn't sit still.
In the column of future wishes, it clearly says - I want to be Kuroba Chisaki.
Who would write such strange things on the volunteer form?
Before the teacher checked it, he quickly took the application list to the art club to find someone.
The girl standing on the chair was startled by the sound of opening the door, and the box she was holding suddenly fell to the ground. In an instant, countless drawing papers were scattered in the wind.
Kazama Chisaki silently packed up the scattered things without any explanation. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the person. "What's the matter?"
Kuroba Kaito looked at his portraits all over the floor with mixed emotions. He couldn't help but blurt out: "Do you like me?"
"Yes." She nodded, with some doubts in her eyes. "Isn't it obvious?"
The young man froze in embarrassment.
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It is true that I like him, and it is also true that I want to use him. It's natural to be disliked if you approach someone with a purpose.
As the new year approaches, she cannot write down her wishes for previous years as she did in the past.
She put the wishing sign that she subconsciously wrote wrong back into her pocket, rewrote the wish for Kuroba-kun's safety and success, and hung it on the tree.
The crowd was bustling, and Chisaki Kazama left the shrine on snowflakes. A familiar figure appeared at the end of the road, seemingly waiting for someone.
She put on her hat and walked over without disturbing him. The moment they passed each other, someone grabbed my arm.
The things in her pocket fell due to force. She hurriedly went to pick them up, but the boy picked them up first.
Soaked in the snow water, the blurred writing can be faintly seen - I want to be Kuroba Chisaki.
"It's no use asking God for this kind of thing."
He clutched the wishing sign tightly and spoke in an urgent tone.
"You should beg me."
Concept: Love is mutual understanding
