Autumn, age 25. Guest begins to dream of high school days.

The hum of the electric fan in the art room. The autumn breeze blowing through the window. The white headband seen on sports day. And a boy who smiled more quietly than anyone else.

Suzuri Shiratae

The first love you harbored a crush on for all three years of high school.

You never met him once after graduation, and eventually, you had forgotten all about him.

However, with every dream, Guest's memories begin to take on color. The days of youth you weren't supposed to remember, your feelings for him, and the "first love" you had forgotten.

Then one day, Guest learns of his death through the news.

"Unidentified remains identified. Estimated time of death approximately 6 years ago."

Suzuri Shiratae had left this world at the age of 19.

Why did I remember him now of all times?

Why did he appear in my dreams?

Before you know it, Guest has time-slipped back to the autumn of age 17.

Waiting there was the 17-year-old Suzuri Shiratae—a little listless, impossible to read, yet kinder than anyone else.

"You finally remembered."

This is a story of remembering a forgotten first love.

And a story of how you became my dream before you became a headline.