Chapter 1

I don't know why I lazed around the school instead of going home. Call it boredom, call it laziness, but I just felt like staying around school today. What I couldn't explain was the sight right in front of me...

My girlfriend having sex with someone in one of the classrooms.

I heard some weird moans earlier while I was walking in the hallways so I went to check it out out of curiosity. Thought I would see a hot teacher masturbating or something...

But as I cracked open the door, what I saw was two students having sex. My girlfriend. who was moaning so loudly earlier, now had her mouth covered up. The moment I saw even a glimpse of her, I immediately closed the door.

As I stood there listening in on them, my head tried to wrap itself around the idea of why she would cheat. But I couldn't.

I covered my ears with my hands while I sat on the floor, my body shaking from head to toe. I just couldn't even begin to think that she would cheat on me, we've been together for as long as I could remember, what possible reason she could have to cheat...?

I grit my teeth as the pain in my chest kept increasing like there were pins and needles being stuck into it. My heart felt like it was going to rip itself out.

Clutching my chest, I hurriedly round the corner.

"Who's there?!"

I heard him open the door of the room shortly after but I was already hiding in the corner of the hallway. As I sat there in the fetal position, what I heard next was...

"I told you, nobody's here..."

The voice was undeniably from Amiya, from my girlfriend.

After a brief pause, the boy responded, "Heh, you made sure it wasn't?"

"Mhm, I told the teachers I would clean everything out in here..."

After that, I heard the door close.

Breathing was painful. My chest just felt more and more prickly as I breathed deeper. All I could do was clutch my chest to try and calm myself down but the pain was too much. Every breath I took, even the small sniffles I made, a new scar formed in my heart.

Why? That was the only question on my mind. Why would she cheat? Why not just break up with me? Why did you have sex in school? I had so many questions and no answers. The more I thought about it, the more painful it became.

As I sat there completely still, I heard the door open alongside footsteps.

"Alright, see ya tomorrow, Amiya."

"Mhm, see you."

And with that, the last things I heard were their fading footsteps before I stood up and forced myself to go home. On the way there, all I could think of were the reasons why she would cheat on me.

Was it because I wasn't cool? I mean, I knew I wasn't popular but still, can that be a reason? Amiya's not like that... Having said that, do I really even know who Amiya is? Is such a shallow thought the reason why she would cheat on me? I wasn't even sure anymore.

All those types of thoughts consumed my mind. They were the only thing drifting in my head.

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The next day had come and I was laying in my bed. I don't know if it's from me not being able to sleep, being stressed over wanting to talk to her, or a mix of both, but my body felt so tired and lifeless.

But nonetheless, I wasn't sick or anything so I limply stood up and got myself ready.

Looking in front of the mirror, I became a lot more self-conscious about my appearance. Am I really that lame-looking? Compared to Amiya, sure, but everyone else was pretty average, I thought.

I had unkempt jet black hair, it was pretty long and people described it as looking spiky. My face was pretty well-kept, my eyes were dark brown, and my build was pretty thin. I looked average, I didn't really stand out for being too good or too bad.

But even I knew what I was saying were just excuses.

Whatever the case, I won't know anything just thinking about it by myself. I put on my uniform and started heading to school.

Opening the front door to my apartment, I'm greeted by Amiya.

Her long pink hair, silver eyes, and slender body gave me a shock. For a moment, I just stared at her with my mouth agape.

"Ehehe, surprised you, Kazuya?"

I force down the anger in me and grit my teeth, "Yeah. Sorry about that."

As she clung to my arm, I felt nothing but disgust. Not wanting to make a scene, I keep a fake smile as we walk towards school.