OOMI SUZU

Kazuhiko and I have been together ever since we entered college. Wearing perfect clothes, thick glasses, and a spinning top. But one day, he suddenly changed his hairstyle. My hair got smoother, my glasses changed to contacts, and my clothes and atmosphere changed. Because I have a long-distance boyfriend, I pretend not to notice Kazuhiko’s affection. For example, even if you are unfaithful. Even if all contact is ignored. “Mitozaka is dissatisfied,” ” If you’re a lover, you should be obligated to relieve that anxiety .” On the way home from the usual drinking party. The devil stabbed him and said to him who was taking care of me when I was drunk. “Do you like me?” As usual, reply with a strange honorific and impertinence. “… don’t ask me that…” he said with a sad look on his face as he took my hand and pushed me down on the bed. This is the story of one night when he and I were no longer “best friends”.