Miyako
At first, I wanted to talk to Kurume.
To tell him how much this was weighing on me.
How much it hurt to watch people slowly isolate you.
But then I realized — if I gave up now, she'd win.
So I took a notebook.
And started writing names.
Who was spreading rumors.
Who whispered the loudest.
Who suddenly began "pitying" Kurume like he was the victim in our relationship.
I started going to each of them.
Quietly. Calmly. With questions.
— "Where did you hear that?"
— "Who told you I was 'pressuring' him?"
— "Are you sure it's true?"
They looked away. Got nervous.
Then started breaking.
— "It was... Sayo just kind of mentioned it. Casually. We... didn't think it was serious…"
Kurume
When Miyako showed me the notebook, I stayed silent for a long time.
It was filled with names and details.
Who, where, when. And what they said.
— "I don't want to break people," she said.
— "But if they choose to be weapons… they should understand how much it hurts."
I understood — this wasn't just a fight anymore.
It was a war for truth.
Break Time
— "Are you seriously compiling a file on me?" Sayo smirked when I ran into her by the classroom door.
— "I'm gathering the truth. That's not the same thing."
— "She thinks she'll expose everything. But you know, Kurume... people don't believe what's true. They believe what's easy."
I looked her straight in the eyes.
— "Then I'll make the truth easy to believe."
Evening
Miyako posted screenshots in the school group chat.
Anonymously — but with obvious hints.
Everyone saw how the rumors spread.
Who started them. And how they passed along.
Shock. Silence.
Then — a flood of comments.
> "Wait… this is real?.."
"Sayo lied?.."
"No way…"
"Miyako… we're sorry. We were wrong."
Sayo didn't say a word.
But the next day she came to school with her head down.
Even her smile — was inside out.