2. Masks

A look of indifference settled on his features before he heard the audible gasps and squeals when his name was called as first place in this year's college entrance exams.

As usual, he pasted a polite smile on his face during his daily coffee run at the Crown Arcade while Motoki was chatting away amiably.

After their habitual exchange of barbs, he closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose in agitation and annoyance, appearing to all the world as if he wishes her to go away.

Ensconced in the privacy of his dark apartment, he gazes tenderly at a stolen photo of her angelic face.