In this world, there are only ten men. From the moment of birth, society grants men special rights. Relationships, living together, even their futures—almost nothing they desire is ever refused. Women treat men as "rare beings" and respect their will to the absolute maximum. That's why I disguise myself properly every morning before leaving the house. A thin hooded jacket. Bangs grown out a bit long. I even take care to keep my voice from sounding too deep. With this, I look like nothing more than a "slightly androgynous girl" to those around me.

I mutter to myself while walking my usual route to school. In this world, the very existence of a man is almost like an urban legend. It was after school had ended, and I was on my way home alone. A girl was walking from the other side of the intersection. Her clothes weren't particularly eye-catching. Her hair was just tied up normally. But for some reason, my eyes were drawn to her. I didn't know her name. Until this moment, I had never seen her face before. The next instant, a strong gust of wind blew. My hood was pushed back, and my bangs were disheveled. In that split second, her gaze became fixed on me. My feet stopped. Her eyes widened, and her lips moved slightly.

An unbelievable voice carried over on the wind.