I changed my hairstyle for you. I know you like how I look, when you look down on me. I kiss you there so you can look at my face on purpose. Look… Look… Look at me… This is the best way I know how to tell you. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I’ve finally mustered up my courage and have told you, “I love you, Chiaki” and all I got was, “I don’t need you, you lowly mongrel.” Why are you so adamant about not letting people get close to you?