"Liking something is the most unreliable thing."
"Seisa, what are you mumbling about again?"
In the Tokyo University College of Arts lecture hall, Uesugi Sakura sat in the front row, summarizing the manuscript he needed to submit on the Apple computer Hanabi bought for him, when he overheard the conversation behind him.
"Todaka, do you have anything you particularly love?" The underclassman-like Seisa Takeshun asked, his appearance leaning towards delicate.
"I used to be especially into Higashino Keigo's novels."
"And now?"
"I stopped reading them."
"And the reason?"
"The reason, hmm... on reflection, there really isn't a special reason; I just suddenly couldn't read them anymore."
"...So, as I said, liking something is the most unreliable thing."
"But what does it matter?"
A brief silence.
"Try to think, when you told Higashino Keigo, 'I love your novels so much and will always support you!' how did he feel?"
