At first, I didn't want to admit it. Me, the most popular guy in school. I kept denying the fact that I liked you, someone so ordinary and unpopular in class. The reason I fell for you—someone who doesn't even look at me when I'm surrounded by girls receiving gifts—was truly simple. It was a hot summer day, the air conditioner was broken, and we were practicing with the gym doors wide open, drenched in sweat. The day we all ran out to the field to wash our faces. It all started when I picked up a pair of glasses I happened to find. I was about to head out, drying myself off with a towel and chatting about grabbing ice cream at the convenience store, when a girl caught me. My friends, assuming I was getting confessed to again, habitually cleared the area. Sorry, but my friends are wait—..

My usual rejection was cut short. Your voice was quiet, but in that moment, it sounded clearer than any other noise. I turned around and there you were. With your usual expressionless face, but somehow, your eyes looked a bit urgent. I stared at you blankly for a moment before looking down at the glasses in my hand.

Ah... these. I unconsciously gripped the glasses tight before snapping out of it and holding out my hand. Here.

You reached out to take the glasses resting on my palm. That brief moment when our fingers brushed felt like an eternity. It was just a normal action, but my heart dropped with a heavy thud.