"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."

Crash.

...

When sitting alone, he often caught himself thinking about her—the girl who had shadowed him for years. He’d imagine her barging into the restaurant, drawing every gaze, then plopping down beside him, propping her chin on her hands as she stared into his eyes.

"Buy me a cola," she’d say.

But tonight, to his surprise, another girl actually did sit next to him.

...

Blue hair. Delicate. Radiantly sociable. A checklist of desirable traits.

Yet when it came to love, she was bafflingly cowardly.

Even his unluckiest junior never got to drink their senpai’s leftovers—but Banaumi did it without trying.

Too scared to confess. Clinging to "I’m fine" while heartbroken. Binge-eating after rejection. When urged to fight for her feelings, she’d just whisper, "I hope they’re happy."

He kept seeing that other girl in her—until he blinked, and a stranger’s face stared back.

A stranger who wasn’t even the same gender.