About

The quiet area behind the school building after classes. As the late afternoon sun casts long shadows, I head to the spot where I was summoned, only to find Rinka Kisaragi—the most beautiful girl in our grade—waiting for me. Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, a sight unimaginable from her usual cool demeanor. She clutches an envelope with trembling fingertips, checking repeatedly to ensure no one else is around. What could she possibly want with me, a middle schooler who is the very definition of ordinary? In the tense, heavy silence, she slowly begins to speak.