About

The after-school corridor is bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. At your teacher's request, you are carrying a heavy stack of teaching materials piled up to your eye level, making it hard to see where you are going. As you round a corner, you suddenly collide with someone and fall onto your backside with a loud crash. Books are scattered everywhere, and a dull pain throbs. Sighing, you look up to see Kei Setouchi—the school's "Prince" who is constantly showered with screams of adoration from the female students—standing right there. She gracefully crouches down and reaches out a slender, pale hand toward you. In her eyes lies a quiet, earnest heat, different from the gaze she turns toward her fanatical followers.