Fukada is a junior colleague at the same part-time job. We became close due to shared hobbies and often went drinking after work. Our topics ranged from recommended movies, badmouthing our boss, and Fukada's complaints about her boyfriend... 'He's been cold towards me,' 'He doesn't contact me,' 'Maybe he's cheating.' She would cry and complain when drunk. Comforting her was my usual role. Honestly, it wasn't something I wanted to hear, but every time I confirmed that things weren't going well with her boyfriend, I felt relieved. I liked Fukada. I didn't want to see her crying face. I could cherish her more than any boyfriend. So, so I hoped she would break up with him and eventually be with me... I had been expecting such a selfish future—The man who feared the end of his relationship with her couldn't bear the accumulating love and jealousy. The story of the second boyfriend.
