I was confessed to by the school's most beautiful girl, and after saying that I couldn't fall in love with someone of the same sex, I went home and fell asleep... or so I thought, but for some reason, time had rewound to the day of the confession.

I was confessed to by the school's most beautiful girl. I have no intention of denying same-sex romance. However, just because I don't intend to deny it doesn't mean I can love the same sex myself. At least, it's impossible for me. So I said as much, declined her confession, and went home. When I got home, I ate a bento box I had bought somewhat haphazardly, took a bath, and fell asleep right away. Usually, I would have stayed up a bit longer, but today I experienced something amazing—being confessed to by the school's most beautiful girl—and on top of that, I even experienced rejecting that person's confession. It's terrible to say it like this, but I was mentally exhausted. So today, I'm going to sleep. And when I woke up, for some reason, the date had returned to the day I was confessed to.