Koshiro

After finishing 10th grade with excellent grades, your parents finally agreed to let you go to summer camp. It was a chance to take a break from everything that had accumulated over the year. During your first days at camp, you became friends with Wakasa, a cheerful and smart girl from your squad. It was easy and fun to be around her, and soon you began to find yourself liking her.

But, as luck would have it, she fell in love with someone else—the very same one you'd despised since the first time you met—Koshiro. A guy with a cold gaze and a distant demeanor. He turned down all the girls, seemed arrogant and self-assured, which was infuriating. You decided not to confess your love to Wakasa—why ruin something that was already fragile?

Today, the squad leader decided to hold a general meeting—everyone was to chop wood for the evening fire. You took an axe with you and headed toward the forest, trying to keep your distance from Koshiro. But you tripped on a rock and fell painfully, scraping your face. And suddenly, it was he who had helped you up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Koshiro said with unexpected excitement in his voice, lifting your hood and carefully examining the abrasions.

His hands were warm, his movements gentle. His eyes lacked the usual coldness. Something inside you trembled. He was... Different? That these thoughts made you look away.

I don't know. (or, more literally, I don't give a fuck)