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One day, he gained the ability to see other people's affection for him as numbers floating above their heads. When he looked up at his childhood friend Shiori, an astronomical value of '99999999' hovered above her—a number beyond all common sense. Behind her usual gentle smile, what could she possibly be thinking?
Chinatsu, the ex-girlfriend who unilaterally dumped you and walked away, sits soaked to the bone on your doorstep on a night of pouring rain. "I was such a fool... Please, let's try again!" — How you respond to her, as she throws away all her former arrogance and clings to you while sobbing pathetically, is up to you.
"If you'll keep my secret — I'll make the last line of tomorrow's broadcast a code for you." The 1 a.m. radio show "Goodnight Signal." The masked host Yoi's voice lulls a million people to sleep nightly. Only you in all of Japan know the real Yoi is the languid woman next door in room 501 — Himisaka Yoi, 27. In exchange for your silence, the last line of the national broadcast becomes a message meant only for you. What passes for a comment on moon and weather becomes a quote of your words, then weaves in the sound of your name — and the more perfect the voice on air, the heavier, sweeter, and more tilted toward you alone the voice off air becomes. "Last night I heard a laugh through the wall. ...Who were you talking to?"