Chapter 3: Helping Others and the Collapse of the Cheating Group

──September 8──

“Good morning, Senpai. Thank you for yesterday!”

Ichijou-san stood waiting outside my house, as she always did. Her smile today seemed softer, almost glowing in the morning light. A few passing salarymen and middle schoolers couldn’t resist sneaking glances at her striking beauty, their expressions a mix of awe and surprise.

“Morning. No, thank you for yesterday. Let’s catch another movie sometime.”

My greeting came out a little stiff, but Ichijou-san nodded warmly.

“That sounds wonderful. We watched a Western film last time, so maybe a Japanese movie or an anime next? What have you been watching lately, Senpai?”

I was grateful I’d mentioned movies. It steered my thoughts away from yesterday’s kiss, which would’ve made this morning unbearably awkward. Our shared love for films was definitely bringing us closer. Thanks to Mom’s obsession with movies and dramas, I had just enough knowledge to keep up with Ichijou-san’s enthusiasm.

As we started walking, our conversation about movies picked up momentum.

“I’ve been really into Indian films lately.”

“The long ones with all the dancing?”

“Not always. Modern Indian movies don’t necessarily have dance sequences. They’re still long, but instead of dances, you often get these sweeping songs with grand, elegant nature shots in the background. It’s pretty breathtaking.”

“That sounds intriguing.”

Yeah, a high schooler obsessed with Indian films is kind of unusual, isn’t it? I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.

“Any recommendations?”

“Indian movies can have some incredible human dramas, surprisingly. They’ve got this warm, emotional depth, kind of like old Showa-era Japanese films. The action ones are great too, but I’d suggest Bajrangi Bhaijaan.”

“What’s it about?”

“It’s about a kind-hearted guy who finds a lost kid from a neighboring country who can’t speak. He embarks on this huge adventure to reunite the kid with their parents.”

“That sounds amazing!”

“It’s a real tearjerker, perfect when you’re in the mood to feel something.”

I’d watched it Sunday night and cried my eyes out. When I got to school on Monday, Satoshi noticed my puffy eyes right away. Since Ichijou-san was such a movie buff, I figured I’d recommend a lesser-known Indian film. She pulled out her phone, opened a movie site, and bookmarked it on the spot.

“Thank you! I’ll watch it this weekend.”

Her smile was so radiant it caught me off guard.

“Senpai, sorry to switch topics, but what are you planning to do with the novel you wrote?”

The manuscript Ichijou-san had fought so hard to save was still in my possession. I’d originally intended to publish it in the club’s magazine, but that plan had fallen apart. Letting it sit and gather dust felt like a waste, but it was only a short story—too brief to submit for a publisher’s newcomer award. I was still at a loss.

“I’m still mulling it over.”

“Have you thought about posting it on an online novel site?”

“I don’t know… My story isn’t some trendy fantasy or rom-com. I doubt it’d attract much of an audience.”

“Really? I thought your novel was genuinely incredible. I’d love for more people to read it.”

“Thanks. But posting online takes some courage, you know? What if people rip it apart or I get depressed over low ratings?”

When it came to my writing, I tended to be my own worst critic. She just smiled gently.

“Well, being my personal novelist sounds pretty appealing too, doesn’t it?”

We both laughed at her playful tease. Her kindness warmed me. She probably sensed the lingering trauma I was carrying. I didn’t want to dismiss her suggestion outright, so I started to say, “I’ll think about it,” when something interrupted our lighthearted moment.

“Ugh!” An elderly man walking ahead of us clutched his chest and crumpled to the ground.

“What?!” Ichijou-san froze, her eyes darting to me in alarm.

I was just as stunned, my gaze locked on the scene.

The old man was gasping, struggling to breathe, until he went still.

This was bad.

During my summer part-time job setting up events, I’d taken a first-aid training session. The firefighter’s instructions flashed through my mind. I knew what to do—skills that could be applied anywhere, not just at event sites.

I had to act. It’d be fine; I just needed to follow what I’d learned.

“This is serious. Ichijou-san, go find an AED!”

[T/N: An AED (Automated External Defibrillator) is a portable, life-saving device designed to treat people experiencing sudden cardiac arrest.]

Saving the old man’s life was my priority.

“But… where do I even look?”

Her face paled, her body rooted to the spot.

“There’s a police box nearby, right? They should have an AED. If not, the officers might know where to find one. Some convenience stores have them too. I’ll call an ambulance and stay with him.”

“G-Got it!”

She bolted toward the police box.

I followed the training protocol: checked the old man’s consciousness, called out to passersby for help, and began first aid.

A kind man nearby immediately dialed for an ambulance.

I threw myself into helping the old man, moving on instinct.

Ichijou-san returned swiftly with a police officer and an AED in tow.

As we set up the AED, a woman in her thirties approached.

“What happened?”

“This man suddenly grabbed his chest and collapsed. We’ve called an ambulance and brought an AED. He’s not responding.”

“Thank you. I’m a nurse. I’ll take over. What’s your name?”

“Aono.”

“Aono-kun, huh? You acted fast—impressive. Can you keep assisting me? And your friend’s name?”

The nurse’s instructions were calm and clear. I recalled the AED training from my job and followed her lead, guided by the device’s automated prompts.

“Ichijou. What should I do?”

“Ichijou-san, right? Can you check if the man’s family is nearby?”

“Understood.”

Ichijou-san dashed off again. The officer who’d come with her began directing traffic in the narrow alley.

The rescue effort pressed on.

An ambulance arrived, guided by the officer. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, but in our frantic state, it felt like a fleeting moment.

“Aono-kun, Ichijou-san, thank you. I’ll go with him to the hospital, so you’re all set now. Because you acted so quickly, he should be fine.”

The nurse’s reassuring smile eased our tension.

After the AED’s first shock, the old man had regained consciousness. Still groggy, he managed a faint, “Thank you, thank you.”

The officer checked the man’s ID and assured us the police would contact his family.

The old man seemed to be stabilizing.

“Alright, we’ll head out then.”

Ichijou-san nodded, and we left the scene, a wave of relief washing over us.

“That was intense. I’m so glad he seems okay.”

Ichijou-san exhaled deeply, her familiar smile returning.

“It’s thanks to you, Ichijou-san. You moved so fast—it made all the difference.”

She shook her head, her smile unwavering.

“Not at all. You acted first, Senpai. I was so scared, my legs were trembling.”

“Nah, we got lucky. That nurse happened to be there. I couldn’t have done it alone.”

“Even so, not many would jump in to help a stranger like that. I think that’s truly incredible.”

Her words mended a piece of the confidence last week’s bullying had broken.

“Thanks.”

I returned her smile, the most genuine one I’d managed in days.

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──Nurse’s Perspective──

“Thank you so much.”

The old man’s family, eyes brimming with tears, expressed their gratitude with heartfelt sincerity.

The son, speaking for them, greeted me with a polite bow. His tailored suit and refined demeanor suggested a man of stature.

Thanks to swift and proper care, the old man’s life had been saved. He’d need to remain in the hospital for some time, but he was stable.

“No, you should really thank the students who brought the AED. Without them, things could’ve turned out far worse.”

In truth, those two were the real heroes. I’d only lent a hand. In moments like these, the first to act sets everything in motion, inspiring others to follow. It takes immense courage to be that spark.

“We can never thank those kids enough. I’d love to thank them in person, but the police said they left without leaving their contact details. Do you know how we might reach them?”

I was struck by how selfless those young students were. They hadn’t acted for praise, though a little recognition would’ve been natural.

Kids these days are truly remarkable.

“I only met them by chance, so… Oh, but I did catch their names while we were working together!”

“Really?! Do you remember them?”

“Aono-kun and Ichijou-san.”

The son’s face lit up with genuine relief and joy. His determination to find his father’s saviors was palpable.

What an honorable man.

“Aono-kun and Ichijou-san, huh? Thank you. Even just their names… I’ll do my best to track them down.”

“Alright, I’ll take my leave then.”

Could he really find them with only their names? The thought flickered through my mind, but I kept it to myself. I hoped some twist of fate would help him locate them, so they could receive the gratitude they deserved.

Being swept into such a chaotic incident on my day off was draining, but a quiet sense of fulfillment settled over me. My job is grueling, but I couldn’t let those young students outshine me. I left the hospital in high spirits, my work validated. All my efforts hadn’t been for nothing, and my heart felt full.

※

──Video Streaming Site──

“Yo, starting today’s stream! So, I was out shooting for the next project, walking around town, when this old guy suddenly collapsed right in front of me. I was freaking out, like, ‘What do I do?!’ But then this student couple jumped in and started first aid—it was wild. All I could do was call the ambulance. Man, that was something else. Lately, I’ve been seeing all sorts of stuff on the streets. Like, last week, during a collab street-walking video, I ran into a fight. Seemed like some messy love triangle or something—one guy was getting beat up bad. We rushed over to the kid who got knocked down, but he bolted. Someone called the cops, but by then, everyone involved was gone.”

After wrapping up the midday stream, I took a moment to catch my breath. This morning, I’d gone to check out that hyped breakfast spot and got caught up in that incident. Maybe because I called the ambulance, I got a call from a woman claiming to be the old man’s family. I’d left my contact info with the police just in case, and they must’ve passed it on. Running a video channel like this means I don’t get much face-to-face interaction, so hearing someone so grateful felt really good.

I’m a food vlogger focusing on local spots, and apparently, even some cops watch my videos. After things calmed down, I had a chat with one of the officers about it. Fans leave comments, but talking to someone in person always hits different.

“Oh, hey, no problem! Nah, I didn’t do much. I was just filming a hobby video when the old guy collapsed. I was panicking, but those students stepped up. All I did was call the ambulance. Huh? A commendation from the fire department? No way, it’s the students and the nurse who deserve that… Oh, the students left without giving their names?”

Honestly, I barely did anything, so I can’t take the credit. It’d feel like stealing the spotlight from those kids.

“Yeah, I’ve got footage from that moment. I was filming a walking video. It’s super shaky since I was freaking out, but you can see the students’ faces. Still, I can’t just post minors’ faces online, right?”

The woman on the phone asked if I could share the video on social media to find them, but my gut told me to hold back. They might not want the attention…

“Yeah, sorry. I mean, maybe if I blur their faces and post it… I’d have to check with the police first, though…”

Deep down, I think those kids deserve recognition.

It was their quick thinking that made the difference.

But that boy’s face… I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before.

Where was it? It’s nagging at me.

For now, I decided to hand the video over to the police. Oh, and I gave them the footage from that fight the other day too. Hopefully, my little food vlogs can do some good.

“Oh, right! It’s September, so Kitchen Aono’s started serving kaki fry, yeah? Their tartar sauce is unreal. Maybe I’ll swing by tonight!”

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──Endou’s Perspective──

A dream stirred me awake. A fleeting memory of Eri and me, back when we were just kindergarten kids, laughing without a care in the world.

“When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you, Endou-kun.”

That innocent promise never came to pass. Now, the sight of my childhood friend, once so dear, only fuels a burning hatred within me.

I jolted awake, those pure, lost smiles haunting me.

“What a shitty dream.”

The past, which should’ve been a cherished memory, was stolen from me. All that remains is loathing—for the guy who ruined it, his accomplices, and Eri herself.

It’s only 5 a.m.

Yesterday was eventful. I confronted Kondou head-on, declaring war. It’s all part of the plan, a calculated move.

From observing him, I know his strengths and weaknesses. He’s aggressive, but his defense is flimsy. His towering pride makes him predictable—provoke him, and he unravels.

I’ve already stirred tension between the soccer club and Kondou.

A traitor within the team is bound to surface soon.

But merely seeing Kondou punished won’t quench my thirst for revenge. I need to drag him to the absolute depths.

That’s why I leaked information to Amada Miyuki. At the very least, it’ll fracture their trust. If I can even slightly prick her guilt, that’s a victory. Naturally, I place no faith in a cheater like her.

“If things go well, I could pit the soccer club, Amada Miyuki, and Kondou against each other. Their alliances will crumble, and when the school investigates, their contradictions will unravel.”

Yesterday’s bold move was a gamble, but the potential reward is massive. Kondou, spineless as he is, will likely cling to the girls as tensions rise with the soccer club. If that happens, Amada Miyuki, armed with those photos, might confront him, sparking a fight.

That would be a sweet bonus. It might even reach Eri, but that’s no concern. Amada Miyuki’s paranoia will grow as her contact with Kondou wanes, feeding her suspicions.

If Amada Miyuki and Eri become aware of each other, the girls and Kondou will tear each other apart, leaving him cornered.

Once he loses his refuges—the soccer club and the girls—he’ll have nowhere left to turn but to the one pulling the strings behind this chaos, aside from me.

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──Literary Club Junior, Hayashi’s Perspective──

“President, thank you for everything.”

My voice trembled with nerves, but relief washed over me as I managed to speak clearly. President’s face flickered with surprise before settling back into her usual calm composure. “Can you tell me why?” she asked.

The reason… It was because going as far as throwing out Aono-senpai’s manuscript was too much. I couldn’t condone it. But, coward that I am, I couldn’t bring myself to explain. In my head, my thoughts are so articulate—so why can I never voice my feelings?

Ichijou-san stood ready to defend Senpai, no matter who opposed her. I could never muster that courage. Standing up to a crowd? The thought alone terrifies me. I’m petrified of becoming a target myself.

That’s why I understood Aono-senpai’s despair so deeply. His cherished manuscript, torn and discarded; his name slandered; his belongings hidden; a trash can stuffed into his shoe locker.

I didn’t want to take part in those acts, and I knew someone as kind as him wouldn’t either, but I couldn’t stop it. I managed to apologize properly and was forgiven, but that was only because of Ichijou-san. I still did nothing on my own.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

President’s usually gentle expression shifted, a trace of disappointment in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t explain it well.”

Her smile was bright, but her gaze was icy, piercing through me.

“If you go blabbing to everyone, I won’t forgive you.”

Her grip tightened on my shoulder.

“It hurts.”

Trembling, I pleaded with my eyes for her to stop.

“You understand, right? You’re just as guilty for not stopping it. You don’t want to be judged alongside us, do you?”

Her smile was cold, unyielding.

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──Lunch Break, Ichijou Ai’s Perspective──

Morning classes had ended. I made my way to an empty classroom near the nurse’s office, where Senpai and I had promised to eat lunch together. Crowded places overwhelm me, so Senpai had gotten permission from the teachers to use a quiet room in the annex.

As I walked through the halls, whispers trailed behind me.

“Hey, have you heard? The rumor about Ichijou-san?”

“Yeah, yeah! They say she’s dating that infamous Aono-senpai?”

“Why would a gorgeous girl like her go for a violent guy?”

“So weird, right?”

“Does that guy have some secret charm we don’t know about, or is she just one of those girls who falls for bad boys?”

Their words stung, careless and cruel. They weren’t speaking to me directly, so I held my tongue, but anger simmered within. How could they spout such thoughtless gossip without knowing a thing? It was just like what happened with my mom—rumors spread freely, yet no one took accountability.

Here, too, the faceless crowd slandered Senpai without remorse. Even if the truth surfaced, they’d shrug it off, never seeing themselves as wrongdoers. Some might even claim they were “misled,” playing the victim. The thought weighed heavily on my heart.

“I need to get to Senpai.”

Before, I wouldn’t have withstood such a toxic atmosphere. But now, things are different. He’s here for me. Even if countless voices tear him down, I know his true heart. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even be here.

That’s enough. He risked his life to save me that day. That alone is enough. For someone as kind as Senpai to be unfairly maligned, betrayed by someone he trusted, and targeted for bullying—his justice will prevail. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure it.

It’s the least I can do to repay him for saving me.

And…

I’ve fallen in love with him. He puts others before himself, bringing light to those around him. He treats everyone with respect, no matter who they are. This morning proved it. In a crisis like that, most people—especially after the trauma of bullying he’s endured—would falter. But Senpai acted without hesitation.

I admire him as a person. That’s why I love him. I never imagined I’d fall for anyone. But he reached out to me when I was at my lowest.

How could I not love him?

I opened the door to the empty classroom. My beloved Senpai was there, waiting with a gentle smile.

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──Takayanagi’s Perspective──

During lunch, I sat in the staff room, nibbling on a sandwich while scribbling notes, my mind tangled with stress.

Even though yesterday was my day off, Aono’s situation consumed my thoughts.

This morning, Aono arrived at school just shy of tardiness. I’d lingered near the shoe lockers, anxious that after the weekend, he might skip school altogether. I saw him hurry in with Ichijou, a first-year. When I asked casually later, he said they’d gotten caught up talking and lost track of time. That was a relief. I’d feared the bullying was worsening.

Still, to clear Aono’s name, we need the truth—fast. Evidence is mounting, but I need something concrete.

“Something’s off about this whole mess.”

Kondou’s behavior is the key. He’s notorious for chasing women, especially those already taken. In today’s world of free love, you can’t discipline someone for that unless it involves something serious like marriage.

That’s why the school’s been stuck…

But why did Kondou target Aono with bullying? He’s always been careful not to cross that final line.

It’s been gnawing at me.

It might sound far-fetched, but it points to one possibility.

“Could someone have manipulated Kondou into this? Dammit, I can’t think straight.”

Maybe it’s the lack of a proper meal, but I was getting snappy.

I’ll grab dinner somewhere tonight. That food vlogger mentioned a good ramen place near the station. Might swing by to clear my head.

I opened his channel to check the restaurant’s name.

The site auto-played his latest video. With the sound off to avoid disturbing the staff room, subtitles relayed the content.

“Yo, starting today’s stream! So, I was out shooting for the next project, walking around town, when this old guy suddenly collapsed right in front of me. I was freaking out, like, ‘What do I do?!’ But then this student couple jumped in and started first aid—it was wild. All I could do was call the ambulance. Man, that was something else. Lately, I’ve been seeing all sorts of stuff on the streets. Like, last week, during a collab street-walking video, I ran into a fight. Seemed like some messy love triangle or something—one guy was getting beat up bad. We rushed over to the kid who got knocked down, but he bolted. Someone called the cops, but by then, everyone involved was gone.”

Something about it sparked my curiosity, though I couldn’t pinpoint why.

Then, after school.

I found myself at Aono’s house. I’d planned to hit that ramen place, but on my way, I checked the vlogger’s social media and saw a drool-worthy photo of a kaki fry set. It pulled me in.

As a teacher, I questioned whether visiting a student’s home was appropriate, but I pushed open the door anyway.

“Oh, Takayanagi-sensei! What brings you here today?”

Aono’s mom greeted me with a warm smile. We’ve built trust through regular contact. When I emailed her about scheduling Aono’s practical make-up lessons for next Saturday, she replied, “Thank you for making time despite your busy schedule. Come eat at our place sometime!” So, I took her up on it.

Aono’s dad passed away young, and his mom and older brother run the restaurant. As an adult, I admire their resilience. Given Aono’s situation, I share information openly to strengthen the bond between the school and his family.

“I’m here as a customer today. I’ll have the seasonal kaki fry set, please.”

“Alright, I’ll throw in extra cabbage and make it a generous portion!”

She laughed heartily. Aono’s mom diligently reads the reports we send. If she has questions, she emails, and I reply with as much detail as possible.

It’s fostered a sense of trust. Even her tone on phone calls has softened noticeably.

“Sensei, please take care of Eiji.”

Onii-san emerged from the kitchen, setting a bowl of minestrone before me. He’s been working hard since he was young, always thinking of his little brother instead of slacking off. Talking with Aono more comfortably lately, I could feel how much he owes to his mom and Nii-san.

His eyes carried genuine concern for his brother.

“Of course. We’ll do everything we can to protect him in this matter.”

The school’s atmosphere is shifting—fewer students view Aono with suspicion. Ichijou Ai’s popularity helps, but Aono’s own character plays a big part.

Still, some classmates from last year and a few in his current class haven’t fully shaken their doubts. I’ve noticed several students distancing themselves from the bullying and rumors to some degree.

While discussing with the chemistry teacher how to handle Aono’s lab credits, Endou—a former classmate from their first year—offered, “If that’s the case, I can do the experiment with him after school. Aono-kun’s an important friend, so I want to help, even if it’s just a little.”

Having friends who step up in tough times speaks volumes about Aono’s nature.

“Sorry, can I get a refill on rice?”

A loud voice cut through, and Mom replied, “Coming right up!” Glancing over, I recognized the food vlogger I follow. He’s still here? I’d seen his post earlier.

A spark of excitement hit me.

And gratitude for this chance encounter.

In the video I watched to find this place, something he said stuck with me. After mulling it over, it clicked.

He mentioned seeing a boy get one-sidedly beaten in a love-related scuffle last week.

Fights aren’t uncommon, so the odds are slim. But he’s a local vlogger, likely filming nearby. And the details match the incident that triggered Aono’s bullying too closely.

Even a small chance is enough. If it can end this ordeal and clear Aono’s name sooner.

It’s worth pursuing.

I stood and approached the vlogger.

“Excuse me, could you be…?”

I reached for a thread of truth.

“I always watch your videos! Keep up the great work!”

I blurted it out. He’d finished filming for the day and flashed a friendly smile.

“Oh, really? That’s awesome, thanks for the support!”

“Sorry to bother you, but in one of your recent streams, I think you mentioned running into a fight between some young people a while back.”

He looked puzzled but nodded. “Yeah, I did mention that.”

No point holding back. Aono’s mom watched me, startled.

“I’m Takayanagi, a high school teacher. Around that time, one of my students was involved in an assault. We want to report it to the police, but without evidence, we’re stuck. Could you show me that video? I just need to confirm if the boy who was attacked is my student.”

I wasn’t sure he’d agree. Vloggers face heavy scrutiny these days and are cautious about compliance. This one always secures filming permits and avoids peak hours to respect businesses.

But if there’s even a slight chance, I’d plead as much as needed—for a student’s sake.

“Hmm, let me think…”

Just in case, I handed him my business card, which I always carry.

“It’s not exactly proof, but here’s my card. I can show my driver’s license too if needed. Also, this restaurant is run by my student’s family, so…”

The vlogger glanced at the kitchen. Mom and Nii-san nodded firmly.

“If you’re that serious about it… I happen to have the video data with me. Hold on a sec.”

I exhaled, relieved. But I couldn’t relax yet—the chance it wasn’t Aono was still high.

“Here it is.”

The video opened with the lively hum of a busy street. A scream—“Kyaa!”—pierced the air.

Someone shouted, “It’s a fight!” and the camera swung toward the chaos.

It wasn’t a fight. It was raw violence—a furious guy pummeling another who’d grabbed a girl’s shoulder. This was no brawl; it was an assault.

The victim was sent sprawling, collapsing hard. The force was vicious. From a distance, the attacker’s words were unclear, but his tone dripped with venom.

The girl with the attacker didn’t move to help the fallen boy. She stood frozen, muttered something brief, and left with the aggressor.

The camera hurried toward the victim.

“Hey, you okay? Don’t try to walk, just lie down for a sec… Hey, wait!”

The beaten boy staggered up, stumbling away lifelessly.

The vlogger’s worried murmur—“Is he gonna be okay?”—closed the clip.

I gasped. The three in the footage were unmistakably Aono Eiji, Amada Miyuki, and Kondou from the soccer club.

“So, was it the footage you were looking for? Just so you know, I’ve already submitted this to the police, so you might get more details if you check with them…”

“Thank you. That’s definitely my student. Did you submit it to the police box? Can you tell me where? I’ll follow up.”

After getting the location, I leaned toward Aono’s mom and whispered.

“It was Eiji, no doubt. The video shows him getting attacked one-sidedly.”

Her voice was cold as steel.

“Sensei, I know this might cause trouble for the school, but I’ll never forgive the ones who hurt Eiji.”

A typical teacher might argue for the future of the offending students. But our school’s different.

“No, that’s for Aono-san to decide. The school can’t interfere. Besides, I believe it’s a teacher’s duty to make students face their actions’ consequences. If they veer down the wrong path, they could do something irreversible someday. This incident might already be that moment. If so, giving them a chance to atone is part of education, as I see it.”

“Thank you. Onii-chan, sorry, I’m heading out with Sensei. Don’t tell Eiji yet. I’ll talk to him myself once we’ve confirmed everything.”

We rushed to the police box where the video had been submitted.

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──Fire Station──

“We got the video of that student couple from the police.”

I nodded at my subordinate’s report.

“Thanks. Man, kids these days are incredible. Stepping up like that? Us adults could take notes.”

“Right, Chief? And they slipped away without even leaving their names. They’re almost too good—it’s a bit unreal. Back in school, I was just goofing off in clubs, slurping ramen with friends, and crashing without cracking a textbook.”

I gave a wry smile at his self-mockery. Can’t say I’m innocent either—I had some reflecting to do.

“Don’t drag me into your nostalgia. The guy who collapsed was Yamada-san, the retired prefectural assemblyman, right? Big shot, even chaired the assembly. National politicians practically bowed to him.”

Now they’re pushing us to find those kids. It’d set a great example for the future, so I’m all in.

“Wow, that important, huh?”

Younger folks probably wouldn’t get it.

“Alright, blur their faces for now and post on social media asking for info. We might get a hit.”

This guy’s a whiz with tech, so he’ll handle it smoothly.

I wondered how much attention it’d get. If only we could track them down soon…

Little did I know, that post would explode within hours, racking up hundreds of thousands of reactions.

※

──Local TV Station──

“We’ve got a problem! The ramen festival we were set to cover live just got canceled. They’re saying the wind’s too strong, and the organizers called it unsafe.”

“What?! What now? That leaves a five-minute slot empty. Got any backup stories?”

“Well…”

“Dammit, nothing? Alright, we’ll have to dig deeper into something else…”

“Hold on, Director! I’ve got one. The fire department posted a video on social media about some students who helped someone—it’s going viral. Let’s cover it. Apparently, these kids saved a guy and left without giving their names. The fire department’s trying to find them for an award.”

“No time to waste, and a ready-made video is perfect. Get permission to use it ASAP. They’ll likely agree fast since TV exposure will amplify their message.”

Everything was moving at lightning speed.

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──Police Station Break Room──

“That video we sent to the fire department’s already up. They move quick.”

“Yeah, probably ‘cause a former prefectural assembly chair’s involved.”

“That tracks.”

“Yo, what’s up, Minowa?”

“It’s about the guy in that video. I swear I’ve seen him before.”

“Oh, got a lead already?”

“Nah, I don’t know his name. But, Senpai, remember that fight in the shopping district about a week ago? The one where a young guy got beat up one-sidedly?”

“Oh, yeah, the one where everyone vanished. We only had that vlogger’s footage, right?”

“Exactly. No victim report, so it just died out. But doesn’t it feel similar?”

“You think? I don’t recall it clearly. Alright, after break, let’s review it. Might score us some points with the fire department.”

※

──Takayanagi’s Perspective──

We reached the police box near the neighboring town’s station. After explaining the situation, they allowed us to review the footage again. It was the same video I’d seen, but for Aono-san, it was her first time. She was visibly shaken.

“How could someone be beaten like that, so one-sidedly?”

“Why did my son have to suffer this just for touching his girlfriend’s shoulder?”

“It’s awful… Eiji was betrayed by Miyuki-chan, left lying there with no one to help, coldly abandoned… How didn’t I notice?”

Her eyes dimmed, her voice a murmur as she fought to contain her emotions. I could only watch, wordless.

No matter how many times I saw it, the brutality was jarring.

Pure, one-sided violence. Not a trace of Aono being aggressive, as Kondou had claimed.

So, it was all a lie, as I’d suspected.

“I won’t forgive the guy who hurt my son. He’s a student at the same school, right, Sensei?”

“Yes, no doubt. A third-year named Kondou.”

I’d already contacted the principal en route. As planned, we confirmed that filing a report is Aono-san’s decision, and the school was instructed to cooperate fully.

“Kondou. Right, Kondou.”

She repeated his name like a vow, her resolve to never forgive him unmistakable.

“I’m filing a victim’s report. What do I need to do?”

Aono-san’s voice was firm as she began the process. The officers explained that a parent, as the legal guardian, could file on behalf of a minor.

As we worked through the paperwork, two officers entered the police box.

“Hey, good work!”

The duty officer greeted them, and the senior-looking one asked, “Are these two related to the boy in that video?”

The duty officer nodded promptly.

“The victim’s mother and his teacher. They’re filing the report now.”

“I see.”

The senior officer turned to us, his tone brisk but kind.

“I’m Doumoto. Sorry to drop this on you, but there’s another video we’d like you to check. If you don’t mind, could you take a look? Don’t worry—it’s unrelated to the assault. One of my guys thinks your son might be the boy who helped a man who collapsed on the street yesterday and left without giving his name. We just need you to confirm his face.”

“Sure, that’s fine.”

Aono-san’s reply carried a hint of relief. After the gut-punch of the assault footage, I felt for her, so knowing this was a different matter eased my mind too.

The video showed Aono and first-year Ichijou Ai in their uniforms, tirelessly aiding a collapsed man.

So that’s why they were nearly late this morning. It all clicked.

“Yes, that’s my son. And the girl next to him… she’s a friend he’s close with…”

Aono-san’s voice faltered, her surprise evident.

“I see. Thanks to their quick actions, the man’s recovering well. His family wants to thank them, and the fire department’s considering an award.”

From the harrowing assault video to this act of compassion—it was like swinging from despair to hope.

I’m proud of my student. Even adults might hesitate in such a crisis, but Aono took charge to save someone. After enduring betrayal and despair, he didn’t let it define him—he still acted for others. That’s remarkable.

“Really? Eiji… I had no idea… He didn’t say a word.”

The senior officer chuckled warmly.

“You’ve got a fine son. I’ve got a daughter around his age, and let me tell you, not many could do what he did. He’s exceptional. It’s unforgivable that someone would harm him. We’ll handle the assault case thoroughly.”

His words, kind yet resolute, filled us with reassurance.

“Thank you.”

Aono-san bowed, tears streaming down her face.

This world is riddled with injustices. Why did someone as good as Aono Eiji have to suffer? Why was he targeted?

No, I can’t dwell on that. He’s the one hurting most, yet he’s pressing forward.

As an adult, I must act to ease his pain, even just a little.

First, the perpetrators need to face their consequences.

Things are about to get tough.

I steeled myself once more.

※

──Shimokawa’s Perspective──

Dammit, it’s Monday, but after yesterday’s practice match loss, the coach was livid and drilled us hard. Normally, we’d do light recovery and head home early, but no such luck. The awkward tension from yesterday lingered, and Kondou-senpai was conveniently absent.

Honestly, practice was the last thing on our minds. The team was completely out of sync.

We’re probably doomed for the next tournament. A resigned gloom hung over everyone.

“Alright, let’s head home.”

As I changed shoes at the entrance, the captain’s furious shout cut through: “Oi, Mitsuta! What the hell is this? Explain yourself!”

Startled by his uncharacteristic rage, us underclassmen rushed toward the commotion.

Mitsuta-senpai’s shoe locker stood open, a cascade of those photos scattered across the floor.

The surreal scene left us speechless, frozen with a collective “Huh?”

“It was you, wasn’t it? You were bitter about being Kondou’s lackey, so you did this out of spite! You’re ruining our lives and laughing behind our backs!”

The captain’s voice was shrill with hysteria.

“No, I don’t know anything about this! Someone planted them. I didn’t betray anyone. I’m being framed!”

Hearing that, I couldn’t help but think of Aono. Weren’t we just pawns in Kondou-senpai’s scheme to frame him? Especially Mitsuta-senpai, who spread those rumors so eagerly. This must be karma.

“I don’t trust you. I can’t trust anyone anymore!”

The captain slammed Mitsuta-senpai against the locker and stormed off. A heavy, funeral-like silence settled over the rest of us.

“This isn’t the soccer I wanted to play.”

Maehira, a first-year, muttered quietly. We all turned to him, stunned. The first-years had little to do with this mess, and their cold, almost disgusted stares at our upperclassmen drama cut deep.

Dammit, it’s not my fault. It’s Kondou-senpai’s fault.

Maehira and the others left without another word.

All that remained were the photos and the despair sinking into the upperclassmen.

※

──Eri’s Perspective──

I returned from the supermarket, ingredients in hand, to my usual empty home.

“I’m back.”

Old habits linger. Greeting an empty house never yields a reply.

It’s a stark reminder that I’m the opposite of happiness.

“Guess I’ll make udon.”

Boil some random vegetables and meat, and I won’t starve. Since starting high school and living alone, this has been my routine. I haven’t savored a meal in three years. As long as I get the bare minimum nutrients, I don’t care.

Outside of seeing Kondou-kun, I just go through the motions to pass the time. Beyond our fleeting moments, I’m little more than a zombie.

I lost everything.

Back in middle school, I was a model student. I had plenty of friends and was dating my childhood friend, Endou Kazuki. He was brilliant, and I was always proud of him.

We were inseparable, and I believed we’d be together forever.

But I was the one who shattered that promised happiness.

I met Kondou-kun in our third year of middle school, when we were in the same class. He was the soccer team’s star, excelled in academics, and always commanded attention.

I loved Kazuki, so I only saw Kondou-kun as impressive, nothing more.

But as we grew closer, things changed. He was great at math, patiently guiding me through problems I couldn’t solve.

Those small moments drew us together. His smooth, worldly charm—so different from Kazuki’s earnest awkwardness—felt mature beyond our years. I let my guard down, and before I realized it, I’d given him everything, tumbling into this hell.

Deep down, I know the truth. I’m the one to blame. I’ve tried to deny it, but I’m the worst of all.

My parents all but disowned me. They cover my high school tuition and living expenses, but after that, I’m on my own.

A friend from kindergarten told me, “How could you do something so awful? Thinking about Endou-kun… I could never be that cruel,” and cut me off completely.

She was right. With no family support, university or vocational school is a distant dream. My aspiration to become a teacher died the moment I betrayed Kazuki.

I heard Kazuki was so broken he couldn’t take the high school entrance exams. Now he’s a ronin, a grade below us.

When he enrolled at our high school, a flicker of hope stirred in me. I knew it was wrong to feel that way after what I’d done. But I clung to a faint wish that he might pull me from this abyss.

It was a foolish fantasy.

When we passed in the halls, his eyes were cold, filled with disgust, as if I were something vile.

The warm smiles he once gave me are gone forever. I realized Kondou-kun was all I had left. The symbol of my happy days is beyond my reach, no matter how desperately I stretch.

Worse, he treats me like a convenient toy, nothing more.

We dated briefly in middle school, but he dumped me quickly. When I started skipping school, he’d show a sliver of kindness, visiting occasionally. I know I’m just a convenience to him, but I couldn’t break free of his hold.

I wagered everything on that love, so I couldn’t let go and became his doormat. I staked my family, my lover, my friends, my dreams, my future—everything—on that love.

I gave my entire youth to Kondou-kun.

And all I got was this hell.

I know he has other girls. I’ve seen it with my own eyes more than once.

But I convinced myself he’d return to me after I gave him everything.

The envelope in my mailbox today shattered even that illusion.

Photos of him, beaming, leaving a hotel with another girl.

I might’ve endured it if that was all. But around his neck was the matching necklace we bought in middle school. It felt like he was deliberately crushing my heart. I realized my youth was merely a possession to him, nothing more.

I can’t forgive him.

I can’t forgive myself. I can’t forgive the me who betrayed everyone I loved.

I should die. The thread, stretched to its breaking point, finally snapped. There’s no hope left for me.

But I can’t go to hell alone.

The one who forged this hell must come with me…

At the very least, in the end, I want to be true to myself…