His love is hidden in the desk, in the corner, in the flowers blooming along the road, in the hot summer. His love began in midsummer, but never ended in midsummer.
She didn't know when she would start to pay attention to him silently. She didn't know that there was someone behind her who was always guarding him silently. Her love was cautious and only she knew it. Midsummer is not boring because of him.
Unfortunately, they have been missing out on those summers.
Concept: There is a kind of person in this world who restrains their love and will not express it enthusiastically even if they give up. They suppress their own heart and never oppress the other party. Joy and sorrow alone, watching from afar.