“Anyway! Everyone’s falling for his face, you know? It’s all planned...”

I remembered something.

When June smiled, his eyes hadn’t smiled with him.

Even earlier, when he was playing soccer,

his mouth might have been smiling—

but I was sure his eyes weren’t.

“Look closely—his eyes are cold.”

Eyes are important.

People call them the windows to the soul.

If someone’s mouth is smiling but their eyes aren’t,

then something is definitely wrong.

Even small things like that made June seem suspicious to me.

“He never smiles.”

I explained my reasoning to Claire,

laying out my own logic about why June was suspicious.

But Claire was clearly under some kind of spell when it came to him.

“Pfft! Wow, you really paid attention. How do you even know that much?”

It felt like she’d gone deaf from being so dazzled by him.

Like her ears were completely blocked—

nothing I said could get through.

Claire even mocked my sharp observation.

“Wait… are you confessing? C’mon, you like him.”

Now she wasn’t just mocking me—

she was twisting my words.

So her ears were open after all.

The problem was that they clearly weren’t connected to a normal line of reasoning.

How could she possibly reach that conclusion?

This was a serious problem.

“Huh?! I’m not into him!! He’s not even my type!!”

This was bad.

Really bad.

Claire, who was clearly the one with the problem here, looked delighted.

She was obviously interpreting my intense denial as confirmation.

Maybe there was a flower field blooming somewhere inside Claire’s head.

If that were true,

I wanted to rip out every single flower in it.

Claire tried to suppress a laugh,

her cheeks twitching.

Then she suddenly put on a stern expression.

But no matter how serious she tried to look,

she was still Claire—

the proud owner of that imaginary flower field.

Clicking her tongue once or twice, Claire said,

“People like June, kind for no reason.

That’s what keeps the world warm.”

I thought about her words for a moment.

Kindness without a reason?

She wasn’t wrong.

I even agreed with her.

But she had the wrong person in mind.

June wasn’t someone who gave that kind of kindness.

He was the one receiving it.