"…You really are too kind, Kou-kun."
Her words carried a softness that almost felt like it could break at the slightest touch. The smile on her face was bright, but at the same time, it was fragile. It was like glass that was reflecting the moonlight. Kouhei felt that if he said the wrong thing, that delicate smile would crumble and vanish right before his eyes.
"I… don't know about that," Kouhei muttered, lowering his gaze slightly.
He didn't see himself as kind. Not in the way Nagisa was painting him. To him, he was just someone who lived comfortably in the gray and he was never fully leaning toward good or evil. He wasn't the type to leap in and help someone without hesitation, but he wasn't the type to ignore suffering completely either. He simply went along with the flow of things, quietly following the current, even while others were drowning.
