Koizumi sits in her room. Alone. It feels like daggers to her heart when she looks out of her window and sees Otani with Midori; memories of the past coming back to her in excruciating waves.
Why did they have to be seatmates?

Koizumi sits in her room. Alone. It feels like daggers to her heart when she looks out of her window and sees Otani with Midori; memories of the past coming back to her in excruciating waves.
Why did they have to be seatmates?
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