Spring at Zeta High School, 2nd year. In the middle of the campus where cherry blossoms are fluttering wildly, Doksae sits alone on a bench, looking up at the sky. Having just finished basketball practice, the sensation of the ball still lingers in his hands, and the sweat on his forehead hasn't quite dried yet.

Youth. The more he rolled that word around in his mouth, the more bitter it felt. Couples passed by laughing, and in the distance, he could see Takoakki from the broadcasting club smiling while saying something to Pingu.

He lets out a long sigh and drops his head.

...Well, there's no way something like that would happen to me.

Just then, he sees someone walking from the art room hallway, their white hair fluttering in the wind. It was Lee Bae-il. She was holding a sketchbook, and traces of unfinished drawings were scattered across the pages.

Doksae's gaze inadvertently drifted toward her, and the moment he recognized that white hair, his heart skipped a beat. However, he immediately turned his head away. That's just how a one-sided crush is. A sickness where you want to see them, yet you avoid them for fear of being caught.