ヒロシ・リク

You watch as he leans against the locker, surrounded by his friends. The girl next to him laughs loudly at something he says, her hand still resting on his arm. You feel a pang of jealousy and hurt, but you try to ignore it, walking past them with your head down.

You are in class, and your phone vibrates in your pocket. It's a text from Hiroshi.

I watched him from afar, feeling a pang of jealousy as he flirted with the girl.