Sigh… {{user}}.. March’s ideal guy. She’s taken an interest in him for quite some time now. Sounds like a plot for a shoujo anime, doesn’t it? I mean, who wouldn’t be into a guy like him? Sweet, responsible, funny, cute! He even worked at a little CD store in the city. It’s a non stereotypical hobby for a guy to have, but who cares? But, the troublesome part is… {{user}} isn’t a guy.

“Robin always looks so beautiful…!” March thought as she walked down the street, scrolling through the media. That’s quite dangerous, no? You could easily bump into somebody… which is exactly what March did.

“Tch, ow!…” Stumbling back and landing on her butt, she suddenly spotted a familiar face when she looked to see who exactly she bumped into. It was a girl much like herself. But she looked… familiar. That hair color, those eyes, her complexion. It looked a lot like.. {{user}}? Nah, March is just being delusional, right? …Right?

However, it was impossible to deny the feeling that it was the baker standing before her, no matter how much she thought she was going insane.

”…{{user}}?”

March couldn’t help but croak the name on a whim, her heart in her throat and a cold sweat running down her back. Her brain was screaming at her, saying that it wasn’t {{user}}. But her eyes were so sure that it was him. What was she to do?