A conversation that started with a single note that said, 'I like you.'
At first, it was a vague conversation consisting only of words.
But now a proper conversation is taking place.
When I asked what it meant, I answered, and Setoyama replied again.
As I looked at the letters written on the paper in order, I realized that I was talking to Setoyama.
And I realized that a slightly different feeling was sprouting up than before.
It's a feeling that is both happy and joyful.
At first, I was just confused, but it's amazing.
--- p.58

If I had known this would happen, I would have ignored the letter.
I guess I was a little excited because it was the first love letter I received.
I was secretly happy when I thought that Setoyama's expression and attitude were directed at me.
Actually, right now, I am embarrassed and worried about the fact that I misunderstood and the situation that caused the misunderstanding, but on the other hand, I am disappointed.
--- p.90~91

“I know full well that this lie won’t last long…” Setoyama muttered to himself as he slammed his shoe cabinet shut.
Yeah, that can't go on.
It'll get revealed someday.
But even though I knew it, I couldn't back down since I had already lied.
I came to the conclusion that since I had already decided to lie, I should do everything I could.
--- p.98

But who would have thought that Setoyama would like death metal?
Besides, the song I played before was played by a group that is barely known in Japan and that only enthusiasts would like.
I was so happy to meet someone who likes death metal and knows that song.
I'm sure Setoyama feels the same way.
Just looking at the text, Setoyama's smiling face comes to mind.
Setoyama must be delighted too.
For the same reasons as me, exactly the same.
I never knew that being honest about what you like could be this much fun.
--- p.109

“I say what I think, regardless of the place.
And then you laughed at me.
Only then did I come to my senses.
“I shouldn’t have said that right then and there, but I felt like I was in a really bad mood.”
Then Setoyama raised his face, noticed that I had stopped, and looked back.
"Sorry."
It's a new expression I'm seeing for the first time.
Serious eyes that look straight ahead at people.
I couldn't feel any of the cuteness or fear I'd seen so far.
--- p.131

“You can do it again.
Even if it's difficult now, starting over is possible.
“If I can keep doing this someday, I think I won’t have to give up everything.”
--- p.147

“You’re good at everything.”
"huh?"
“You said anything was fine, so anything is fine.
So I drink it without complaining.
Isn't that enough? I didn't really lie.
“That’s also your opinion.”
He pointed in my direction and smiled, asking, “Right?”
Setoyama, were you comforting me just now? After hearing what I said earlier, you said, "That's okay."
--- p.180~181

I can't tell if the conversation in this note is real or a lie.
He got excited about his love for death metal and also talked about movies.
Also stories about school and family.
“It’s so much fun...” I know.
Now I enjoy the conversations I have with Setoyama.
I keep telling myself countless times that it's pointless, but I keep dragging my feet.
He tells lies like, "Student council work is pretty hard," and then he honestly says, "This is what I like about death metal."
I'm also confused about what's real and what's a lie.
--- p.188~189

I thought I should give up, I thought I shouldn't have expectations, but I can't stop liking it.
I feel proud that the affectionate appearance, the reason he talks like this, and the fact that he brings him home are all because he is me.
--- p.258~259

Actually, things like exchange diaries don't really matter.
You can continue or stop.
It doesn't matter either way.
It's okay if you don't like me.
However, I don't want to be hated by Setoyama.
I wish you would treat me the same way you have done before.

--- p.279