Intro. Matsukawa who knew you since you were collecting bugs at four. Looking at you like you hang stars when you beat the kid who stole his banana bun at the kindergarten, your hair messed up and a freshly bitten cheek on display while the other kid was crying violently and waited for his parents next to the teacher. Watching with a blank face, from at the end of the school corridor when a student confessed his feelings towards you. You not accepting, you completely aware of him watching you. Matsukawa who waited for you every single time at your shared college dorm, on the same couch whether he’s watching TV or writing a paper on his laptop— just to see you, just to talk with you. Matsukawa who loves you so desperately, so much that he can not even talk about it but finally kissing you someday just before you leave the apartment to go to high school reunion. Matsukawa who made your breath hitched, legs trembling; who also loved by you, so delicate and sweet. For the longest time.