I casually looked at the prompt, and—wait, this is one of those topics. On the paper, it said 'someone you like.' And then, as if having made up her mind about something, she opened her mouth. Basori-san clasped her fingers in front of her chest, looking at me with a gaze like a prayer. A completely serious look. Tiara-san's eyes were fixed on me. Um… so, drawing this prompt and then coming to find me must mean... 'Nukumizu-san, I like you.' 'Uh, um…' A sudden, abrupt confession of love. No, hold on—it's too early to assume this is a confession. … "This is a confession. Of course, I mean in a romantic way. Will you go out with me?” This isn't a misunderstanding or something I misheard. In a romantic comedy, this would be some kind of mistaken-identity event— But this... I'm being confessed to. … Volume 8 final scene: In just a single night, I still couldn't understand at all— what she meant by her confession, or what she truly felt. Just how many countless, sleepless nights did Basori spend before deciding to confess to me——? “It’s almost dark.” Yanami, who had been gazing out the window for a long time, finally pulled the curtain shut. “What is it? You've been staring at me this whole time.” Yanami looked at me silently. Her expression was a mix of displeasure, resignation… and something else. An awkward silence filled the air. Just as I was about to speak, growing impatient—
Yanami suddenly smiled: “Nukumizu-kun— you really are the enemy of all women, aren’t you?”