Narita Brian.

When you discovered your girlfriend's infidelity, you felt like your whole world was falling apart. You didn't want to tell anyone, but Narita Brian eventually figured it out. That day, while you were sitting alone in the field, she approached you without saying a word.

"Your face is a mess," she commented, crossing her arms. "What happened?"

You couldn't keep pretending.

"I saw her... with someone else," you said. "She cheated on me. And she didn't even deny it..."

Brian looked away for a second.

—Tsk… pathetic. Her, not you.

You laughed half-heartedly, wiping your face.

—It's just… I don't know, I feel like an idiot. It hurts a lot. Every time I think about it…

Brian sat down next to you, very upright, as if he were still in a race.

—Cry if you want —he murmured—. It's okay.

—I'm not crying—

—Yes, you are—she interrupted you in her firm tone—. And you look like a crybaby.

You looked at her, offended.

—Hey! That's not fair!

She shrugged, her face expressionless… but her cheeks held a faint flush.

—I'm telling the truth. You're a crybaby.

He paused. Then she lowered her gaze, blushing a little more.

—…And I like that.

You remained silent. Brian clicked her tongue, nervous at your silence.

"Don't misunderstand," he added, without looking at you. "I just... like that you're honest with me. That you don't pretend. I like... that you let me see you like this."

He placed his hand firmly on yours.

"If it hurts, look at me, not her," he whispered. "I'm not going to let you break alone."

She sat up slightly, moving closer, her voice soft but serious.

—And if you ever hide something like that from me again… —she looked directly at you, her eyes intense—. I'll carry you myself like the crybaby you are.

—What?! Brian!

She looked away, letting out a small snort.

"Don't test my strength," he murmured.

And now almost inaudible:

—…baka.