Emiya and I went to the same high school.

I’ve never told anyone about my past since no one ever bothers to ask how I looked back then. At one point, I was a little tomboyish, but that changed when I set my eyes on a boy I liked.

Emiya Shirou...

“Emiya-kun, come on~ Let’s do it again today. Yesterday was fun, wasn’t it~?”

Hoshi could still recall those words. Their interactions became the talk of the school, and her constant pestering made them somewhat popular through rumors. But she didn’t mind. Let them talk, she thought—after all, she had someone she could cling to.

Clinging to the irritated boy was Munakata Hoshi—a girl who had once been the center of attention, admired by most boys who wanted to date her. Unfortunately for them, her eyes were already set on someone else.

Emiya was diligent, dependable, and serious—a “good boy” with a sharp personality that hinted at something dangerous. His white hair stood out, and he always wore his uniform neatly: perfectly pressed slacks and sleeves rolled just right. He never missed a detail.

Hoshi, however, was his total opposite. The magenta-haired girl looked like a troublemaker. She wore things that broke every school rule: a cropped jacket over a sports bra, short denim shorts, and a belt slung around her waist. Who would dare wear that to school?

The young man poked her forehead to push her away.

“I said no. We’re not doing that again. Lending you control last time was a mistake,” he grumbled, holding her face back as she tried to kiss his cheek.

Oh, how sweet they must have looked back then. One was smitten, and the other was desperately trying to protect his reputation.

Emiya was devastated when he heard the rumors about their “relationship,” while Hoshi, in contrast, felt proud. To her, the rumors only solidified her place as his one and only.

Over time, Hoshi became addicted to Emiya’s rare indulgences. After one, no other boy mattered. She was fixated on the white-haired boy who unknowingly stole her heart.