A Traumatic Past, You Pig.

HASHIMURA YUTA (12): Physically heavy-set (88kg), his school uniform stretched tight. His face, though not unkindly structured, is often set in a look of lazy superiority. He is currently lounging against a worn air conditioning unit, picking at a loose thread on his trousers.

KARUIZAWA RIN (12): Small, neat, and always slightly worried. Her hair is tied back in a simple, practical ponytail. Her uniform is immaculate. Her eyes—large and brown—are currently red-rimmed and moist. She clutches a damp tissue in her hands. Her posture is submissive, yet she watches him with a painful, earnest devotion.

(Yuta lets out a heavy, bored sigh, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

You’re still crying, Rin. Honestly.

(Rin flinches, quickly wiping at a fresh tear that tracks down her cheek. The tissue is disintegrating.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Voice trembling, barely a whisper) I… I know. I’m sorry, Yuta. It’s just… you ignored my LINE messages for three days. Even when I asked if you were okay. Did I do something wrong?

(Yuta pushes himself off the unit, taking a slow, heavy step toward her. His expression is one of faux-patience, a carefully constructed mask of 'the weary adult.')

HASHIMURA YUTA

(A slow, deliberate tone, dripping with manipulative condescension) Nothing wrong, per se. I just wanted to test your resolve. To see if your feelings were truly strong enough to withstand a little absence. A little trial. Do you understand, Rin?

(Rin looks up at him, her huge eyes searching his face desperately for the affection she feels he’s hiding. She doesn't see the cruelty; she only sees the 'funny' boy she found beneath the surface.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Gasping, relief washing over her) A test… okay. I understand now. You just want to make sure I’m serious.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(A slight, self-satisfied smirk plays on his lips) Exactly. Most people crumble. They get angry, they demand attention. But you… you just endure. That’s what I like about you. Your devotion is pure. Now, promise me you won’t cry over something so small again.

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Nodding eagerly, the tears now drying as she focuses on pleasing him) I promise. I won’t. Thank you for telling me, Yuta. I really love you.

(She reaches out tentatively to touch his sleeve. Yuta allows the touch but doesn't reciprocate, already mentally moving on to his next thought. He feels a smug sense of control; the power he wields over her selfless heart is a validation of his own existence.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

Rin is easy. So easily controlled. Look at her—a little pain and she loves me even more. It proves I’m smarter than everyone else. That my mind is superior. They see the fat kid, the outcast, but she sees the puppet master. And the puppet master is the one who truly wins.

Early-Mid November, 2024. A narrow, tree-lined road near the school's exit. The ground is littered with brilliant orange and red maple leaves, already damp with the persistent moisture of late autumn. The air is sharply cold. Streetlights flicker on early against the premature gloom.

(Yuta is still physically the same, but his gait is confident. He is talking excitedly, swinging his school bag carelessly, seemingly oblivious to Rin's internal struggle.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

…So Mizushima cornered me near the gym this afternoon. She was practically vibrating. And she told me she likes me. Can you believe it? The most popular girl in class.

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Softly) Mizushima-san… that’s… good, Yuta. She’s really pretty.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Stopping, turning to her with a calculating look) 'Good'? Rin, I'm telling you this because you matter to me. I'm going to date her. She’s higher status. It makes sense.

(Rin’s breath hitches. Her world tilts. She knew this was coming, but the bluntness of his admission is a physical blow. She can feel the hot sting of tears returning, but she fights them back, resolving to be the 'good' person he believes her to be.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Swallowing hard, forcing her voice to be steady and devoid of emotion—it takes all her strength) You should. She… she deserves you. I think… I should tell you something, Yuta.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Impatient) What? Hurry up.

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Looking down at the fallen leaves, unable to meet his eyes. This is the hardest thing she has ever said.) I never loved you anyway.

(The words are like small, sharp stones thrown at his feet. They are a lie, a magnificent, crippling lie, born of pure, selfless love. She is giving him the perfect, easy out—freeing him without guilt, and destroying herself in the process.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(A genuine flicker of confusion and hurt crosses his face—his fragile ego is pricked. He didn't anticipate this.) …What? Rin, don't be ridiculous. You just said you did yesterday. Is this another one of your tests?

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Shaking her head firmly, raising her chin despite the trembling in her jaw) No. I was just being nice. You were lonely, and I felt bad. But I see you have Mizushima now. So you don’t need me. Go for it, Yuta. I want you to be happy.

(She manages a small, brittle smile—the smile of a martyr. She turns immediately and walks away, her backpack bouncing slightly with the urgency of her escape. She does not allow herself to look back.)

[MONOLOGUE - KARUIZAWA RIN]

It hurts. God, it hurts. But this is the only way I can protect him. If he believes I never loved him, he won’t carry any guilt. He’ll be happy with her, and I can be proud that I made that happen. The lie is a gift. A horrible, agonizing, self-destructive gift that he’ll never know he received.

(Yuta stands there for a long moment, watching her retreating figure. He feels an odd emptiness, a control that slipped away, but he quickly dismisses it. He convinces himself she is just being dramatic, a final test of his resolve. He turns and strides in the opposite direction, toward his 'new future.')

Late December, 2024. Rin's small, perfectly tidy bedroom. The walls are painted a pale cream, and her desk is organized with a meticulousness that reflects her attempts to control the chaos of her emotions. A fluffy penguin plushie sits on her bed. A soft desk lamp illuminates her face in the evening and rainy dark.

Karuizawa Rin sits hunched over her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She is visibly thinner than she was two months ago; the stress has begun to physically manifest.

(Rin is re-reading the last messages from Yuta—a curt, dismissive message from a week ago asking about a homework assignment. She debates, for the hundredth time, sending a simple message: "Are you well?")

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Whispering to herself) Don't do it, Rin. Don't chase him. You gave him his freedom. Don't be selfish.

(She selects his LINE chat, and with a heavy, final sigh, hits the send button for her simple query.)

(SOUND: The light ping of the sent message.)

(She waits. One minute. Five. Ten. She picks at a hangnail until it bleeds.)

(ACTION: She notices the status has not changed to 'Read.' She opens the profile page.)

(ACTION: The profile picture, which was once an embarrassing photo of Yuta making a silly face, is now a blank gray silhouette.)

(ACTION: The previous message "Are you well?" now shows the dreaded red notification: [User has blocked you].)

(Rin freezes. Her breath hitches, then she exhales a long, shaky, defeated breath. The finality of the block hits her harder than the breakup. This isn't a test; this is erasure. He has forgotten her, already.)

[MONOLOGUE - KARUIZAWA RIN]

He's gone. Really gone. He didn't even need to say goodbye. Just a final, silent dismissal. I can finally stop waiting for the next 'test.' I can stop hoping. He told me he never needed me, and now he’s proven it. I gave up my love for him. Now… now I give up my hope for him.

(She slowly places the phone face down on the desk. She doesn't cry. The capacity for tears is exhausted. She stares blankly at the wall, a deep, bone-weary sadness settling over her. She resolves, then and there, to channel this void into something productive.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(A firm, quiet voice) I will study. I will focus. I will not be the girl who cried over a boy in primary school. I will be better than this.

February, 2025. A secluded, rarely used corner of Seinan Middle School's library, a modern, bright facility. The walls are lined with new, untouched books. The atmosphere is silent and sterile.

Hashimura Yuta, 13 years old. Now in his first year of middle school. He is noticeably thinner, though still carrying significant weight. The physical change is slow. He is alone, hunched over a desk. His face is gaunt and etched with a deep, private sorrow—not the superficial angst of a teenager, but true unknown despair.

(Yuta is surrounded by textbooks, but he hasn't looked at them. He's staring at a blank sheet of notebook paper. His hand trembles slightly.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

My fault. Everything is my fault. The things they said to me… the things they did… I deserved it. I invited it. Because before this, I was the one doing the hurting. The casual cruelty. The tests. The manipulation. It wasn't just Rin. It was everyone. Friends. Family. Mizushima, even. I was a parasite on other people's kindness, feeding my ego with their pain.

(He pulls out his phone and opens the LINE app. He scrolls through his old chats. He stops on Rin’s now-blank profile. He had blocked her for a "test," but now, seeing the blankness, he feels a searing agony of regret. He was the one who failed the test of basic humanity.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Whispering, his voice rough) Rin… I’m sorry. I was… sadistic.

(He looks at his reflection in the dark, polished wood of the desk. He sees the heavy, pathetic shell of the boy who found strength only in others' weakness.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

I have to change. Every kilogram I lose will be a penance. Every book I read will be a search for wisdom. Every kind word I speak will be an attempt to balance the scales. The 2024 Hashimura Yuta has to die. He has to be eradicated.

(ACTION: He closes his eyes and clenches his fists. This is his turning point. The realization is a heavy, sacred vow.)

October, 2025. A brightly lit, Spartan gym located above a small local supermarket. The air smells of sweat and disinfectant.

Nearly a year into his high school journey. The change is dramatic. He is now lean, almost angular, having shed the 33kg. He’s no longer the 'fat kid'; he’s physically attractive, with sharp features and an intense gaze. He’s wearing a worn high school track team t-shirt, sweat plastered to his neck.

(Yuta is lifting weights—a precise, focused routine. His body moves with a newfound confidence and grace. He catches his reflection in the mirrored wall. He sees a handsome, driven young man—a complete stranger to his former self.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

The shell is gone. I did the work. I paid the physical cost. But the real cost is the psychological one. I have empathy now. A cruel irony. I can feel the pain I caused Rin, my friends, my family, like a constant, low-grade fever. I can't erase my past. All I can do is live a future so entirely different that it forces people to forget the monster I was.

(He puts down the weights and walks to the water fountain. A younger boy from his high school approaches him nervously.)

MALE CLASSMATE

Hashimura-senpai? Sorry to bother you. I heard you got the highest marks in the logical reasoning exam. Could you possibly look at my study guide? I'm completely stuck on this concept.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Smiling—a genuine, kind, and open smile that lights up his face. It holds none of the malice of his past self. His voice is calm, mature, and focused.) Of course. The key isn't brute memorization; it's understanding the underlying principle. Let's look at it.

(He takes the book and leans in, patiently beginning to explain the complex reasoning process. His charisma is now natural, born from genuine maturity and a desire to help, not manipulate.)

November, 2025. Karuizawa Rin's new high school—Sakura Girls’ Academy, an exclusive, well-kept school. The classroom is bright, clean, and organized.

(Rin, now 13. is studying during a busy lunchtime, her textbook open. Her friends are talking and laughing nearby, but she is mentally miles away.)

FRIEND 1

Rin-chan, come eat with us! You’ve been staring at that textbook for hours. Even the teachers are impressed.

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Without looking up, her finger tracing a line of kanji) Just a minute, Haruka. I need to finish this section on economic history. It’s tricky.

FRIEND 2

You’re so serious! It’s like you have a deadline on a huge project that won't end.

(Rin pauses, her hand stilling on the page. She thinks of Yuta and the pain she buried.)

[MONOLOGUE - KARUIZAWA RIN]

They don’t understand. This is my project. Moving on. Forgetting the boy who thought my devotion was his testing ground. If I stop, even for a second, I might remember the sound of his voice, the thrill of the lie. The pain will rush back. So I study. I work. I focus. Day by day. That’s all I can do. I am building a future where he never existed.

(She closes the book, forcing a polite, if tired, smile. She has successfully postponed the grief for another hour.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Standing up) You're right. Let's eat. I need to be ready for the next problem set.