Even though I was confessed to out of spite, I'm so kind to provoke them like this. If I'm going to be disposable, then I'll treat them the same way.

I was confessed to. I'm not the slightest bit happy. This is a waste of youth. How dare they taint my precious everyday life. Just because the person I like likes someone else. To think they'd try to use me, who is the object of their romantic rival's affection—it's utterly outrageous. It's like the saying goes: iron is iron, whether it's been heated or cooled.