Disappear From My Life, Forever.

Characters:

HASHIMURA YUTA (15): Standing stiffly, leaning against a steel lamppost. He is dressed in the uniform of Seinan Middle School, clearly waiting, making him conspicuous. His posture is rigid, his face an unnerving mask of stress and genuine nervousness.

KARUIZAWA RIN (15): Exiting the school gates, her head down, focused entirely on maintaining her mental barrier.

[DIALOGUE & ACTION]

(Rin emerges from the massive school gate, pulling her coat tight around her. Her eyes dart nervously toward the crossing—the site of the morning's disaster. She hopes for anonymity.)

(She spots him. The tall, handsome figure in the rival school's uniform, leaning against the lamppost. He is looking right at the school entrance, clearly waiting for someone. Her blood runs cold. Annoyance flares, instantly overruling the confusion.)

[MONOLOGUE - KARUIZAWA RIN]

Of course. The new game begins. He thinks this makes him look dedicated. Like a devoted suitor, not a predator. Pathetic. He's wasting his time.

(Yuta notices her. His head snaps up, and he immediately straightens, pushing off the lamppost. The look of nervous exhaustion on his face is profoundly real, but Rin dismisses it as theatrics.)

(Rin quickens her pace, angling her body away from the direct path to the crossing, attempting to bypass him and take a side street.)

(Yuta moves quickly, blocking her path with a practiced ease that speaks to his newfound physical confidence, though his expression remains strained.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

Karuizawa-san. Please.

(Rin stops abruptly. She doesn't raise her voice, but the look in her eyes is pure, cold hostility.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Calm, controlled, injecting a layer of acid into her tone) Hashimura Yuta-kun. I'm in a hurry. You’re blocking the public pathway.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Wringing his hands once, then forcing them to his sides. He looks down at her, his voice low and earnest.) I know. I waited here all afternoon. I won't ask for forgiveness—I know I don’t deserve it. I won't even ask you to believe me. But please, give me five minutes. That’s all. I just need you to listen.

(Rin hesitates. Her mind races, calculating the fastest way to end this. Her focus is academics; five minutes of listening is less effort than a prolonged struggle.)

[MONOLOGUE - KARUIZAWA RIN]

He looks stressed. Good. Let him suffer a little. Five minutes. I'll humor him. Let's see the performance of the 'new' Yuta.

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Shaking her head once, a curt movement) Fine. Five minutes. Clock is ticking.

(Yuta lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He looks ready to begin the deepest apology of his life.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

Look, Rin, I—

(The use of her first name cuts his apology short, hitting her psychological defense mechanism like a rusty knife. Her cold resolve immediately hardens.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Her voice is a whip-crack, sharp and final) Don't.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(He stares at her, genuinely confused, his apology momentarily forgotten) …What?

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Her eyes are cold steel. She is putting a vast, insurmountable distance between them.) Don't call me 'Rin'. We're not close. We never were. To you, I was a test. To me, you are Hashimura Yuta-kun. Use my family name. Out of basic courtesy.

(Rin is rigid, arms crossing over her chest, her eyes narrowed with a cold, protective hostility.)

(Rin's demand for formality hangs in the air. Yuta flinches internally, the blow to his heart sharp and immediate. His internal self-loathing immediately confirms her response is justified.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

Of course. What right did I have to use her name? The name the old, monstrous me used to break her heart. This is right. This is proper. This is the respect due to a victim from her perpetrator.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(He bows his head slightly, accepting the correction.) Okay, sorry. Karuizawa-san.

(He straightens up, his eyes meeting hers. There is no trace of the old manipulation now—only pain and a desperate need for honesty. He speaks with a tone of quiet, measured sincerity, every word costing him immense effort.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

I asked you to listen, and I will be brief. There's no point in telling you about the past two years, or about the changes you see. That doesn't matter. What matters is what I did to you when we were kids.

(Rin remains silent, but her jaw tightens. She refuses to give him any reaction that he could use or read. Her face is a wall.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

The way I treated you—the 'tests,' the ignoring you, the psychological games—it wasn't some kind of childish mistake. It was sadism. It was a deliberate, calculated cruelty designed to boost my own pathetic ego by watching you suffer. I took your genuine, selfless kindness and used it as a testing ground for my own power.

(He pauses, his gaze dropping to the ground for a second, overwhelmed by the memory of his former self.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

You didn't deserve any of that. You were the only person who saw past the exterior I hated, and I responded by giving you pain. I used your love for me as a tool, and then I blocked you and discarded you like I was throwing away trash. I thought it was clever. I thought it showed my resolve. But it just showed I was a self-absorbed, manipulative monster.

(Rin's eyes flick slightly, the admission of "sadism" and "manipulative monster" hitting surprisingly close to the core of the hatred she’d nurtured. But she is still unwilling to accept that this handsome, self-aware young man is the same person.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Inwardly, a silent, raging thought) A good performance. He's clearly been practicing this apology. He thinks if he uses the right, self-hating words, I’ll drop my guard. Pathetic.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(He looks back up, his eyes holding a profound, unshed sorrow.) When you said you never loved me this morning—and I know why you said it, by the way—it hurt. But I needed to feel that. I needed to know that the pain I caused you still has consequences for me. I needed to see that you are strong enough now to hate me, because that means you're strong enough to keep me away.

HASHIMURA YUTA

I am not here to ask for forgiveness. I'm here to say that the boy from 2024 is gone. I did the work to become a decent person because I hated the person I saw in the mirror, and the things that person did to you. Every action I take now is to repay that debt, that sin.

HASHIMURA YUTA

I will respect the fact that you want nothing to do with me. I will not approach you again. But I needed you to know one thing before I disappeared from your life forever: I am truly sorry, Karuizawa-san. The damage I did to you is the single greatest regret of my life.

(He checks his watch quickly—he's used up roughly four and a half minutes. He gives her a small, final, sorrowful look. He starts to step away, honoring his promise to leave her alone, his body language now one of resignation.)

(Rin, whose face has been a mask, finally speaks. The hatred and refusal to believe are absolute.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Quietly, but with a bone-deep certainty) Stop.

(Yuta freezes, waiting.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

You're done with your five minutes, Hashimura-kun. And you're done with your performance.

(Rin steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that carries more weight than a shout.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

I don't care about your 'sin' or your 'penance'. I don't care about your wake-up call or your physical changes. Do you know why?

(She leans in slightly, her eyes blazing with the hatred she has carefully cultivated for three years. She sees right through the handsome exterior to the core of the monster she remembers.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

Because manipulative people don't disappear. They evolve. You've just created a better disguise. You've traded a blunt instrument for a scalpel. You think that by giving this perfect, calculated apology—using words like sadism and debt—you can erase the memory of what you did. You think I’m stupid enough to believe the boy who blocked me on LINE just suddenly developed a soul?

KARUIZAWA RIN

I don't need your apology. It doesn't heal the pain, and it certainly doesn't justify your existence in my presence now. You can't repay a debt to me by being a 'good person' to strangers. The debt is settled when you stay away. So please, disappear from my life. Forever.

(She steps past him, her shoulder lightly brushing his. The contact is electric—a jolt of cold defiance from her, and searing guilt from him. She walks quickly toward the crossing, never looking back. She is shaking slightly, but her resolve is unbroken.)

(Yuta remains standing there, alone under the streetlight. The noise of the city returns. Her words have stripped him bare. He clutches his fist, the shame a physical force. Her hatred is the final, perfect, deserved punishment.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

She didn't believe me. She thinks I'm still the monster, just wearing a cleaner skin. And why shouldn't she? I gave her every reason to. But I can't leave her like this. Not with that rage. Not with that pain. (He looks in the direction she vanished) I have to prove the apology is real. Not for her forgiveness, but for her peace.

4:30P.M. of the following Tuesday. A brightly lit, crowded Seven-Eleven near the schools. Students flood the aisles, grabbing snacks and drinks.

Yuta is now persistent, trying to appear casual, but carrying intense internal stress.

(Rin is standing by the refrigerated drinks section, debating between two brands of green tea. Yuta appears silently beside her, grabbing a bottle of water.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Softly, trying for an innocuous tone) The Oi Ocha is better today. It's colder.

(Rin does not turn her head. She continues to stare at the tea bottles, acting as if the voice belongs to a stranger talking to someone behind her. She meticulously selects the other brand.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Without looking up, her voice a flat, cold murmur) My preferences are my own.

(ACTION: She moves quickly away from the section, leaving Yuta standing there, the bottle of water suddenly feeling heavy in his hand. He sighs quietly, the first attempt a complete failure.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

Failure one. Too forward. Too personal. Back to basics. Prove I'm just part of the background noise.

5:15P.M. of the following Wednesday. A noisy, busy commuter train platform. The late afternoon sun is setting behind the distant skyscrapers, painting the sky in orange and purple.

(Rin is standing near the yellow safety line, absorbed in a paperback book. Yuta approaches and stands two meters away, facing the tracks.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Slightly louder, projecting slightly over the distant train noise) Looks like the Senzan Line is running three minutes late today. Hope that doesn't mess up your connection.

(Rin slowly, deliberately, closes her book. She turns her head and looks directly at him for the first time since their confrontation. Her gaze is utterly devoid of warmth—a powerful, blank stare.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Her voice is clipped and audible only to him) Are you addressing me, Hashimura-kun?

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Nervous, but holding her gaze) Yes. I was just making a comment about the train schedule.

KARUIZAWA RIN

Then keep your comments to yourself. I monitor my own schedule.

(She turns back to her book and pointedly opens it, placing her body at a more diagonal angle to increase the physical and emotional distance. Yuta shrinks slightly under the severity of the rejection. He walks away to stand at the opposite end of the platform.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

Failure two. She sees every piece of information as a manipulation attempt. Can't even be helpful without seeming sinister.

6:00P.M. of the following Thursday. A local, cluttered bookstore specializing in academic texts. The atmosphere is quiet and dusty.

(Rin is deep in the philosophy section, browsing. Yuta spots her from the end of the aisle. He walks over, pretending to examine a shelf of language textbooks next to her.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Muttering, as if talking to himself) Hmm. Does Kant really belong next to Nietzsche? Poor organizational choice.

(Rin ignores the philosophical musing. Yuta tries a new angle—a direct question designed to acknowledge her effort.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Turning slightly toward her, adopting a neutral, academic tone) Excuse me, Karuizawa-san. I saw you were looking at ethics texts. I'm researching for a paper on moral development. Do you have a suggestion for the strongest counter-argument to utilitarianism?

(ACTION: Rin pauses her search. She slowly pulls a dense, worn volume from the shelf, holding it without looking at him. Her face is a perfect expression of annoyance and controlled fury.)

KARUIZAWA RIN

(Speaking precisely, like she is giving directions to a sewage drain) I suggest you develop your own arguments. Your academic efforts are of no concern to me. Now, if you are finished using the shelf as an excuse to loiter in my proximity, please leave.

(ACTION: The finality of her dismissal is crushing. Yuta's mask of casual interest cracks, replaced by a momentary flash of pain. He realizes his attempts at small talk are futile. His only path is action, not words.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Quietly, respectfully) Understood, Karuizawa-san. I apologize for the intrusion.

(ACTION: He bows his head slightly and walks out of the aisle, leaving her in the quiet peace she clearly craves. Rin watches him go, confirming he is leaving before she allows herself to breathe a sigh of relief. The tension is temporarily broken, but her hatred remains unchallenged.)

Thursday night, following the bookstore rejection. Yuta's bedroom. Dark.The room is tidy, illuminated only by the cool blue light of his laptop screen.

(Yuta is hunched over his keyboard, his face shadowed with a profound, aching despair. Yuta is currently scrolling through search results on his laptop. The screen displays generic articles: "How to Apologize for Past Mistakes," "Repairing Damaged Friendships," "Dealing with Rejection.")

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

Three attempts. Three failures. She saw through me every time. She wasn't wrong. I deserve the hatred. But what good is this change if the one person who deserved to see it most refuses to believe it?

(He minimizes the browser. He opens a messaging app and quickly types out a text to his most empathetic friend, Kenta, then immediately deletes it.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Whispering, his voice hoarse) I can't ask them. They only know the new Yuta. If I tell them the truth, they'll see the monster I was. And their judgment will mean nothing compared to hers.

(He leans back, running his hands over his face. The transformation—the weight loss, the charisma, the high grades—which he saw as proof of his penance, now feels meaningless. He believes his very existence is a contamination.)

[MONOLOGUE - HASHIMURA YUTA]

I'm still worthless. The only difference is, now I can hide it better. Her words were right: a better disguise.

(Driven by a desolate need for perspective, he reaches for a book on his desk: a volume on complex deductive reasoning and psychological analysis. He closes his eyes and grips the book, determined to find a logical solution where emotions have failed.)

Tuesday of the following week. 5:30 PM. The Seven-Eleven convenience store near the high schools. The air conditioning hums, and the store is fluorescently bright.

(Yuta enters the store and immediately moving straight to the drink aisle out of habit. He sees a girl in the distinct Sakura uniform standing with her back to him, staring intently at the price list on the chilled drinks display. He instinctively tries to move down the other side of the aisle to avoid any possible confrontation.)

(As he reaches for his preferred water, he hears the girl mutter to herself.)

MIZUKI AYAKA

(Muttering, distressed)

¥300 yen for the drink... and the fare is $¥280$... (She sighs heavily) …No. Not enough. Stupid.

(The distress in her voice is genuine. It triggers Yuta's deeply ingrained, empathy-driven need to solve problems and alleviate suffering—the primary drive of his new life.)

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Taking two steps toward her, his voice soft and concerned, dropping all pretense of a routine greeting)

Excuse me. Are you alright?

(The girl spins around, startled. It is a neat, pretty girl with kind eyes—Mizuki Ayaka. She glances at Yuta's uniform—Seinan—and quickly composes herself.)

MIZUKI AYAKA

(Bowing slightly, embarrassed)

Oh, I'm fine. Just… being stupid about budgeting. I miscalculated. I have just enough for the train home, but I really wanted a cold drink after practice. It's nothing.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(His mind calculates the trivial amount and the genuine look of exhaustion on her face. This is an easy sin to repay.)

I see. Don't worry about the budgeting right now. Let me help.

(Yuta pulls out his wallet. Mizuki Ayaka's eyes widen in surprise.)

MIZUKI AYAKA

No, I couldn't possibly! You don't know me, and—

HASHIMURA YUTA

(He holds up a hand, a gesture of calm assurance.)

It's no trouble. Consider it a small repayment for the universe. Please, get your drink. My name is Hashimura Yuta.

(Yuta steps to the register, paying for her drink without another word. Ayaka is flustered, holding the cold bottle.)

MIZUKI AYAKA

(Bowing deeply)

Thank you so much, Hashimura-kun. That was incredibly kind. My name is Mizuki Ayaka.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(Smiling genuinely, feeling a small, clean sense of purpose—an antidote to the despair of the morning)

It was a pleasure, Mizuki-san. Are you headed toward the station? I am too.

(They walk out together. Yuta doesn't know Ayaka is Rin's confidante; he only knows he helped someone, fulfilling his core purpose.)

MIZUKI AYAKA

Yes, I am. I'm waiting for the Kyu line. You must be from Seinan? You guys have excellent athletics, I hear.

HASHIMURA YUTA

(He falls into the rhythm of easy, kind conversation, a stark contrast to his stiffness with Rin.)

We try. I’m just glad I could help. Sometimes, a small favor makes the rest of the day bearable.

(They walk side-by-side toward the station, Yuta having no idea that the "small favor" he just granted to a stranger is about to deliver him straight into the heart of his conflict.)