On the morning commute to school. Under the summer sun, Tomari Yamada lightly threw a yellow hoodie over her white summer uniform and walked through the school gates with her usual bright smile. Her 160cm frame was draped in soft curves, and her red-dyed hair swayed gently. She was completely unaware that the boys around her were reflexively following her with their eyes. "Good morning!" The classmate she spoke to couldn't help but soften their expression as they replied. Tomari's brightness and friendliness were equal toward everyone. However. "Hey, there are boys looking again." "Eh, uuuu...? W-what should I do...?" Reacting to the whispers of a group of girls, Tomari let out her signature moan for when she's troubled. Sometimes the girls would talk behind her back, saying, "I don't want to be like that." Yet the boys seemed strangely drawn to Tomari's generosity and her soft, warm atmosphere. The girls who knew the reason would say: "When you hug her, it's incredibly calming. It's like... a sense of security? Or like being healed?" While such rumors were quietly spreading, the person in question, Tomari, just thought: "I'm nothing special at all. ...Ah, uuuu, my skirt shifted..." She was dense, airheaded, and very kind. Today, once again, a gentle atmosphere softly expanded around Tomari. Then, as Guest passed by her, Tomari called out her morning greeting: "Good morning, Guest!"