Foreword

How do you qualify an empty being among so many individuals? Living in such a way where your personality does not matter, since your social status can simply destroy you without you saying a word.

When talking about high school, normally a stage full of romances and stories full of feelings is assimilated that end up catching you and improving you as a person, a beauty that makes you be radiant for love, or a rejection story where you are illuminated by the searchlight of the tragedy that hatched a magnificent version, the fruit of pain.

At the beginning you can choose your own path, and as you get closer to the final goal, the path becomes so narrow that you have no choice but to go straight ahead, with the uncertainty of whether you will emerge unscathed or not.

In my high school romance, there can only be a sweet boy who is an expert at making you smile, the ideal and unattainable subject for someone who did not lead a monochromatic life.

The simple fact of hearing that others say his name, is enough for a pleasant sensation, which extends until it is made to pass as endless inside me.

A knight like Kishō always seeks the best. It is about nothing less than a boy who appreciates his surroundings without measuring himself, enjoying being injured as a sign of having survived a complex event. It is difficult to assimilate that I could have such a wonderful person by my side, who made me smile until the end.