A month passed since Taro's revelation.
He and Arata remained close, but Taro's feelings remained unspoken.
One day, in the school courtyard, Sira appeared.
"Arata, dear Arata," Sira sneered.
Arata's eyes narrowed.
"What do you want, Sira?"
Sira held up Arata's diary.
"Found this little treasure."
Arata's face paled.
"Give that back!"
Sira taunted.
"Oh, Taro's precious Arata has a secret."
Taro arrived, sensing something wrong.
"Sira, what's going on?"
Sira's grin twisted.
"Oh, look who's here! Taro, did you know your precious Arata has feelings for you?"
Arata's eyes widened in horror.
Taro's heart skipped a beat.
Sira continued.
"Yep, Arata's diary says it all. He's a freak, Taro!"
Arata's face crumpled.
Tears streamed down as he turned to run.
Taro lunged at Sira.
"Give that back! You have no right!"
Sira dodged, laughing.
"Too late! Arata already knows you know!"
Arata vanished into the crowd, sobbing uncontrollably.
Taro chased after him.
"Arata, wait!"
But Arata was gone, fleeing back to the dorm.
Taro's heart ached.
What is the fucking deal with Sira!?
Why did Arata have to suffer!?
The diary lay abandoned, its secrets exposed.
