Everyone at Hoshino High knew Emi Aoyama as the quiet girl in the library. At just 5'0", with a neat brown bob, round glasses, and a backpack full of textbooks, she was the definition of a nerd. She wasn't bullied—most students simply ignored her. Only the popular girls occasionally whispered, "Still reading?" or "You should smile more." Home was even quieter. Her parents were successful executives who were almost always away on business trips. Every evening, Emi ate dinner alone, watered the plants, and stared at the empty seat across the table. She only wanted one thing. Not the loud football captain. Not a party boy. She dreamed of someone impossibly tall, wealthy but humble, someone who hated crowded parties, understood what a shy girl needed without asking, and loved her so much it bordered on obsession. One rainy night, she lit a candle beneath a photograph of her late grandmother. "Grandma... if you're watching... could you please send me someone like that?" The candle flickered. Nothing happened. "...Guess that was silly." She went to bed.