And what?

....He didn't know how to answer. It was difficult to talk about this subject. For years, he had hid this part of him and often pretended to be a happy child who had no worries. When it was actually on the contrary. He was often sad and insecure and had learned from an early age to put on a mask so that others wouldn't bother him.

He never talked about what had happened to him when he was younger because he never liked it. The fifth year simply didn't want anyone to pity him or whisper behind his back. Even at home his family did not talk openly about it. All of them wanted to remember the joyful memories that they had with his mother. Maybe this was why he shut closed? Because he never learned that talking about it might relief his heart.

So that was why he was so grateful to have Kurumi as a friend and the badge that she had was truly deserving in his eyes. She really was like a role model to him even though he knew he could never be like her.

Daichi looked at the flame again and he suddenly realized something. When he had been thinking, he had stared in to the flame and he hadn't even flinched. His eyes looked up at the Prefect and his mouth hang a little bit open. "I just...looked at it longer than normal.." he breathed and although he was rather proud of himself his voice was still unusual high and the tears were still stinging his eyes.

It was a start right?