"You're really such a slowpoke," I've been continuously told by my childhood friend who is out of my league, so this is a story about me pushing her down for revenge.

"You're really such a slowpoke." That was the catchphrase of Mitsuha-chan, my childhood friend and unattainable flower. Mitsuha-chan is a stunningly beautiful girl with a flawless appearance, brilliant intellect, and no shortcomings whatsoever, while I'm a plain, bespectacled girl who belongs in the corner of the library reading books. We literally live in completely different worlds. And yet, after enduring these feelings for over a decade, today was finally the day I reached my limit. "It's Mitsuha-chan's fault." Today, the childhood fantasy ends, and an unavoidable reality begins.