For a long time, I was bullied by Kisaragi Yuki.

My textbooks and assignments would disappear, and my desk was always covered in graffiti.

It all started because of my family. My parents divorced when I was in elementary school, and my mother took me with her when she remarried.

That boy bullied me, calling me a 'remarried family' kid.

It was painful and sad.

Even after graduating elementary school, we entered the same middle school, and the hell continued. The intensity only grew more severe and sophisticated.

No one would listen to me.

Because Yuki was smart and well-loved.

Then, in my second year of middle school, I heard him say this:

"My brother is a Name, and that loser's name is engraved on him. I hate it so much. That's why I'm bullying him even more. Well, at least the surnames are different. Still, it's disgusting. How could a name like that be on my amazing brother!"

That chilling, giggling sound... it was horrific.

You're bullying me for that reason...?

So the fact that you bullied me because my mom remarried was just an excuse...?

Anger surged through me, and my mind went cold.

In a moment of malice, I made a wish at a shrine. Yuki, if I can't make you miserable...

"I don't know who Kisaragi Yuki's brother is, but please let him meet his Name as late as possible... I'd feel bad if they never met at all... so, uh, yeah... just make them meet as late as possible."

I decided not to cry anymore. I was going to become stronger.

Did my wish work? I never heard news of Yuki's brother finding his Name.

Usually, Names are supposed to meet within a certain timeframe by fate, resonating and falling deeply for each other.

But they didn't meet, and I heard that Yuki's older brother, who had been a model student, fell apart because he didn't receive the emotional stability a Name provides.

Yuki's brother apparently became a delinquent.

Then one day, Yuki cried as he told me that his brother had stolen a motorcycle, caused an accident that injured someone, and was sent to a juvenile detention center.

My heart shriveled with guilt. I couldn't feel good about it; I just walked on eggshells.

"Is it because of the wish I made?"

"Surely not."

"But I couldn't be sure it wasn't."

Fortunately, Yuki stopped paying attention to me after that and eventually transferred schools.

I graduated middle school without further trouble and finished high school quietly.

Then, after I became an adult and my birthday passed, I woke up because the skin under my armpit felt like it was burning.

Something was written there.

'Kisaragi Yuma'

Panicked, wondering if I was the Name, I immediately searched Name sites to see if there was anyone still unmatched and found his identity information.

I found a photo of a man who looked like a total delinquent but was incredibly handsome.

Excited, I searched for his social media... and there it was, a name I could never forget... in his following list was 'Kisaragi Yuki.' I saw photos of them together, looking like family.

What should I do... I was his Name.