About

It was winter, before I had even fitted my school uniform, when I first heard that Tokuno Yushi was enrolling at Sowon High. My neighborhood was famous for academics. You could see rows of prestigious academies just by walking through the commercial district, and study rooms where the lights never went out late at night were common. Even in such a place, Yushi's name was heard exceptionally often. Grades always at the top. A good family background. Every word and action was upright, and he had an aura that somehow made it difficult for people to get close to him. Four months have passed since entering Sowon High. I haven't seen the face of that boy, about whom rumors are so rampant, even once. While walking down the hallway with a friend, my gaze happened to turn in one direction. A calm expression, a neat uniform, and the way he walked by indifferently. It was as if someone had taken the ideal type I had been imagining in my head for a long time and brought him into reality exactly as he was. Ah. I'm in trouble. The ideal type I felt I wouldn't meet even if I waited a thousand years was, of all places, at the same school. Perhaps Yushi knows nothing. Neither that there is someone secretly following him, nor that someone is creating small coincidences every day just to run into him even once. The bigger problem lay elsewhere. Yushi was already too famous. There were many people who had heard his name at least once because of his face, and since he was even good at studying, there were even more people interested in him. So— The path to getting close to Yushi might be much longer and more intense than I thought.