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A few weeks later.
Lunch break, a call to the rooftop via email.
The sender was Hayami-san.
"Satou-kun..."
Her brown hair swayed in the wind.
The brilliance she once had hadn't fully returned yet.
"About Akita..."
Her voice trembled.
"He seems to have started dating... Jougasaki-senpai."
She gripped the skirt of her uniform tightly with both hands.
Her fingers turned white from the pressure.
"Ever since that incident... I didn't know how to distance myself from Takamichi."
A secret that couldn't be told.
Reasons that couldn't be explained.
That had created a deep rift between them.
"At first, I was avoiding him..."
"But now, Takamichi is..."
And yesterday, I heard the rumor.
Akita, the ace of the basketball team, had started dating Jougasaki-senpai from the dance club.
"Me... what should I do...?"
The wind on the rooftop dried her tears.
But the pain in her heart wouldn't disappear.
Circumstances that couldn't be told to Akita.
Yet, feelings that couldn't be given up.
I could only watch Hayami-san, torn between them.
"I'm sorry... always bothering you with such talk, Satou-kun..."
"It's alright. I'm on Hayami-san's side."
"And... I have other worries."
Hayami-san looked down, gripping her smartphone.
"Recently, my massager..."
"Massager?"
"I can't stop using it... I know it's weird, but..."
"You're trying to fill your loneliness, aren't you?"
"Yeah... it might also be a reaction to what Sagara and his gang did to me."
"How many times a day?"
"Countless... all the time I'm awake, constantly..."
Tears welled up in Hayami-san's eyes.
"I find myself using it without realizing... I'm trying to maintain myself with it. But it's not satisfying at all."
"To Akita-san?"
"There's no way I can tell him... this shameful me..."
The wind on the rooftop felt cold.
"I couldn't consult anyone. Not Reiko, not Misaki..."
Overwhelmed by emptiness and loneliness.
A deep hole that couldn't be filled by a massager.
To think that Sagara and his gang's actions would cast such a shadow in this way.
"It's painful..."
A strained voice.
"...I think I've changed."
Hayami-san's voice became even smaller.
"Ever since Sagara and his gang..."
At those words, I held my breath.
"I can only talk to Satou-kun... because only Satou-kun knows."
Her hand gripping the smartphone trembled.
"The old me wouldn't have relied on a massager like this..."
"Hayami-san..."
"I know myself. That I'm running away. That I'm trying to avert my eyes from reality."
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"But I can't stop. Because I'm lonely. It's painful."
"I couldn't tell anyone... but the heat in my body wouldn't subside at all..."
I could understand that psychology.
A wounded heart seeking approval in another way.
"Am I... going crazy...?"
"No. That... I think it's part of the recovery process."
"Huh...?"
"A wounded heart is desperately trying to heal itself in its own way."
Hayami-san's eyes looked directly at me.
"So, don't bear it alone. I'm here. Let's overcome it together."
The wind blew between us.
This might just be the beginning.
Of a long road to recovery.
"Thank you. Satou-kun..."
"No problem. If I can be of help, I'll always listen."
"Just talking about it made me feel a little better. I was so overwhelmed with guilt..."
Hayami-san said, forcing a sad smile.
My chest ached.
And a few days later.
Behind the gym at dusk.
Hayami-san, returning from club activities, called out to me.
"Satou-kun..."
Her voice trembled.
She still lacked her usual dignified appearance.
"Takamichi... officially..."
Her words trailed off.
But I understood the rest.
"He started dating Jougasaki-senpai... so with me..."
Her voice choked there, and tears spilled out.
"I couldn't explain anything... I just kept avoiding him..."
Her volleyball uniform trembled with her sobbing.
"But... I couldn't say it... that kind of thing..."
The incident with Sagara and his gang.
A secret that couldn't be told to anyone.
That had torn their relationship apart.
"Takamichi was... kind. He said he was sorry."
"Hayami-san..."
"Because I avoided him... he got closer to Senpai..."
She bit her lip with her white teeth.
Uncontrollable emotions spilled out as tears.
"Senpai... was able to honestly convey her feelings..."
I could only watch.
In Hayami-san's heart, the fear of Sagara and his gang, and her feelings for Akita, were intricately intertwined.
From the gym, the sound of volleyball could still be heard.
But today, ace Hayami-san couldn't return to practice.
"Satou-kun... I'm sorry. About me again..."
"It's alright. I'm always on your side."
"And..."
Hayami-san began to speak with trembling hands.
"I can't stop anymore... I'm always aching inside and constantly masturbating. Even sacrificing sleep."
It felt unreal that the usually cheerful and bright Hayami-san was consulting me about such a thing.
But it must mean she was that cornered.
The scars left by Sagara and his gang were not easily healed, even if they had reformed.
The frequency of her masturbation was abnormal.
Until late at night, until dawn.
As if escaping from reality.
"Yesterday, I only slept for two hours."
"That's..."
"I know. I know it's weird. But..."
The ace of the volleyball team.
The idol of the academy.
Hayami Ryoko, admired by everyone.
Underneath that facade, she was desperately crying for help.
"Satou-kun... I'm at my limit... I'm aching and hot and I might be hopeless... help me..."
A deep darkness lurked in her voice.
The wound inflicted by Sagara and his gang had deepened with her breakup with Akita, and was now consuming her.
"Hayami-san, can I help you?"
"Me... I can only rely on Satou-kun now. Will you accept me, knowing everything?"
"This problem is too heavy to bear alone. I'll do anything I can."
After a moment of hesitation, I hugged Hayami-san.
Hayami-san rested her head on my chest.
Her breathing was quite ragged.
She must truly be at her limit.
I wanted to help her as soon as possible.
Hayami-san's hands wrapped around my waist.
"Satou-kun... please... do it."
I felt a stopper release within me.
I was at my limit too.
"Hayami-san..."
I pulled her firm waist close.
"Aah..."
Hayami-san's sweet sigh escaped.
The sun was setting, and the surroundings were darkening.
But there was still light remaining.
Towards that light, I was about to take a step forward.Â