One day, she took a thinking, "What would happen to this world if their perfect idol happened to be- a mere cold body?" From there, she kept thinking about that million-dollar question. She became excited after thinking 'what-if' one after another. Driving her to take action.

She went to an abandoned building that only she knew about, a place hidden from judgment. Occasionally, she came here to rest or reflect on her misfortunes, but this time, something felt different. She was ready to cross boundaries and finally act. Climbing to the top, she sat on a ledge on the fifth floor, aware that any human would easily be splattered if they happened to slip off.

Looking down, a rush of emotions flooded her. She instinctively pulled herself back from the edge, saving herself from a potentially tragic fall. At that moment, she began to hyperventilate, squeezing her chest as tears streamed down her face. Her mind went blank, and she hugged herself tightly, crying. "What was I even thinking?" she wondered.

Lost in her own turmoil, she felt as if her identity no longer belonged to her. She existed in an abstract world where everyone took pieces of her identity for themselves. There was no longer just her; everyone had become her—everyone was Makoto.

Ichika continued to reflect on her thoughts until she eventually fell asleep after squeezing out her last tears. The sky wasn't particularly sunny; it was melancholic, as if it empathized with her misfortune. The chilly breeze swept by, making it difficult for Ichika to sleep soundly. Then, she felt the warmth of a human presence surrounding her. She resumed her sleep, comfortable and undisturbed.

When she woke up, she heard gentle breaths nearby. Turning toward the sound, she saw a boy. He was wearing the school uniform from her school. As she realized this, she noticed that she had been covered with his blazer. It smelled pleasant, which brought a small comfort to her.

Curious, she moved closer to the boy and observed his sleeping face. It was indeed the face she recognized, but there was something different about it—a depth beyond what she was used to. She playfully poked his cheek and suddenly understood everything. It was him, the real Makoto. "He's really something," she murmured, still dazed by the encounter, as she continued to poke him gently.

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"Are you gonna keep poking me, princess?" the faked-sleeping Makoto started speaking.

It startled Ichika, she moved back and said, "I was wondering if you're the real prince, and guess what? I was correct!" she laughed.

"And you're the real princess," he paused. He thought of something, "What are you doing here?" Makoto gazed at the city.

Ichika didn't answer the question, instead, "What about you?"

"I was just, trying to find a spot to have a break. I'm sure I've found yours," he smirked.

"And you've taken a liking here too I assume?" replied Ichika.

"Oh- you bet"

"I don't mind, it's been quite a while for me to have a decent chat like this. I'm fine to have a talkative acquaintance."

"Really? That's funny, I thought you're the talkative here."

"That means we're both equally quiet?" Ichika loose herself, started to trust Makoto.

"And equally chirping," Makoto said. They had quite a good chat and laugh. It cured Ichika's sad episode for the day.

From that point on, they began hanging out in the abandoned building. They exchanged bad puns one after another, sharing plenty of laughs. Slowly, Ichika's life started to transform into a blooming garden.

At school, they would occasionally meet during breaks to chat or partner up during recess. Their friendship drew a lot of attention throughout the school, sparking both happy and unhappy rumors. As the news spread, even more speculation began to circulate.

Despite all the chatter, both Makoto and Ichika chose not to respond. They were accustomed to the rumors and grew tired of them to the point of blocking out any comments from others.

This beautiful moment was about to turn into a dreadful story, as a hint of hypomania lingered.