If she failed here, Kirari would finally deny herself.
If that happened, Kirari would finally become a being who could never become anything.
(That’s a “mob character.” …)
What Kirari wanted to be was a nice main heroine.
She was never a mob character who had no name.
She would never, ever admit to such a thing.
So she made up her mind.
(I’m going to confess … and Ryu-kun will love me for it!)
As soon as the festival is over.
She wants to express her feelings and be united with him. She wants him to love her. She wants him to praise her.
She wants him to accept her like this.
That’s what she thought.
“Mary. I like you… Will you go out with me?”
She had seen it.
She saw the moment when the person she liked made a confession.
Of course, it wasn’t her.
(Oh no…)
She was not even allowed to confess.
After the play was over, she had been chasing after Ryuzaki, looking for a chance to be alone with him, and at the back of the school building, where no one was around, she saw him make a confession.
And that other person was a girl who was not her.
(Oh no, that’s terrible.)
Despair. Hiding in the shadows, she crumpled to the ground and bit her lip.
She didn’t understand anymore.
(Who am I? Hey, if Ryu-kun doesn’t love me, what’s the point of me being me?)
Even at times like this, Kotaro Nakayama’s question comes to her mind.
‘Who are you?’
The answer to this question was unknown even to her.