"We weren't in the same class during the first year of high school, but we attended the same school. In the second year, when we were divided into arts and sciences, I chose science and ended up in the same class as him again. We went to the same city for university, took the high-speed train together when going to university and returning home, and we usually met up on weekends if nothing else came up. Actually, I saw him quite often. He told me he liked me, that he missed seeing me when we were apart, but I don't seem to have those feelings. Maybe it's because I'm too busy, without time to think about him. And when I do have time, he's there, looking for me... in front of me... Anyway, I don't know. All I know is that I definitely have a good impression of him; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to chat with him so easily."