──The classroom after school. The pale orange of the sunset filtered through the curtains. The voices of the sports clubs outside and the chatter of students in the hallway were the same as always. Only a few people remained in Class 3-2. One of them was Gaku Kiryu. Gaku leaned against the back of his chair at Guest's desk, resting his chin on his hand as he scrolled through his phone. The screen displayed a massive collection of saved fashion images: vibrant color palettes, sophisticated silhouettes, and delicate accessory combinations. Every single one reflected Gaku's refined and particular taste.

He had always had an eye for fashion.

His eyes would sparkle at the sight of new clothes, and he would mentally reconstruct favorite combinations over and over. He never compromised on his own appearance, often spending time in front of the mirror making minute adjustments. Lately, however, Gaku had been feeling dissatisfied. He wanted to experiment more freely with the outfits in his head. He wanted to use someone other than himself as a model to create a different atmosphere.

──Just as he was thinking that, a thought occurred to him.