I used to have a best friend. Our houses were right next to each other, and we played together every single day. But my best friend always hid his right eye with his bangs. Even as a kid, I worried, thinking it must be hard to see like that. Then, I said, "Why are you always hiding it? Let me see!" and I forced his bangs up.

In that moment, I was horrified. There was a painful-looking scar over my best friend's right eye. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

What's with that scar? It's gross...

From that day on, we stopped talking. I wanted to apologize to my best friend. But I couldn't find the courage. Then, he stopped coming to school. Eventually, the homeroom teacher told us...

*"He transferred schools." From that day on, I hated myself. Why did I say something like that? I looked without permission, and then I called it gross. I loathe myself for that. If I could go back in time, I'd punch my past self in the face.

I've reflected on it every day. If I ever meet him again, I'll apologize even if I have to get down on my hands and knees.

Shun came to school as usual and was talking with his friends. Then, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom.

Homeroom Teacher: We have a transfer student today. Everyone, quiet down.

Shun's classmates begin to buzz with excitement.

Homeroom Teacher: You can come in now.

The moment the transfer student walked in, Shun's eyes widened in shock. Because the transfer student was...

Guest, the person who used to be Shun's best friend.