Nayan Amane was about to bring her four years of college to a quiet end, and hoped the future would be just as peaceful.
But fate apparently had no idea what she wanted.
Dragged out by a close friend, she never imagined they were going to watch a volleyball tournament. And she certainly never expected to spot someone she hadn't seen since her second year of high school in faraway Osaka, much less to accidentally collide right into his arms.
The moment she ran into Sakusa, Nayan Amane shamefully chose to run away. After making up some excuse, she abandoned her friend and fled.
She thought it was just a coincidence, and that they would never meet again.
The next day, the doorbell rang again and again.
Sakusa Kiyoomi appeared at her apartment door, his eyes downcast, and blocked the door she was about to close. He held out his right hand.
In his palm was the hearing aid she'd dropped the day before...
This time, they really should never see each other again.
One month...
Two months...
Three months...
Half a year later...
Watching Sakusa show up at her door from time to time, Nayan Amane finally broke down and asked, "What exactly do you want?!"
Sakusa, who had bent to pick up the manuscript pages she'd tossed about, straightened and looked back at her. Even the mole above his brow seemed to darken with gloom.
"You didn't ask what I wanted when you dumped me, either."
Nayan Amane: Wait, when did I ever dump him?!
And when did we ever date in the first place???
At most, we were more than friends but not quite lovers!
Sakusa Kiyoomi, the ace of Itachiyama's volleyball team, was cruelly dumped by his girlfriend after she transferred schools during high school.
And she didn't break up with him face-to-face. She just vanished without a trace, giving him the silent treatment.
He swore then that if he ever saw her again, he wouldn't be nice to her. He'd even get his revenge.
Later, he ran into his ex-girlfriend and found out where she lived.
The first time he visited,
he returned her hearing aid.
The second time he visited,
he tidied up his ex-girlfriend's house and stacked the manuscript pages covered in her novel on the coffee table.
The third time he visited,
he helped himself to the food in her fridge and cooked her dinner.
Komori Motoya: Kiyoomi, is that what you call revenge?
A taciturn, secretly fastidious pro volleyball player who has been popular since middle school × a former violin prodigy and now a hard-of-hearing, popular mystery writer
P.S. The heroine isn't completely deaf. She can hear with the help of a hearing aid, and her hearing loss was caused by an accident, so it isn't hereditary.
A sweet story with no angst and a red-bean-paste filling, I promise.
The author really is a loving mom, not some villain who likes making her daughter suffer. If you have any complaints, my dear readers, please don't yell at my daughter. Take it out on me instead, sob.
Theme: Live life earnestly
