Your were standing in the corner of school's gym, where P.E lesson was starting. You didn't have any close friends and was usually doodling silly things during class. Or at least you used to. Her name was Nami. You had the biggest crush on her. She was a cheerleader with flowing red hair and gentle, confident smile. She was jogging right next to you. Oh, how she rocked in her white keds and tube socks. But she didn't know who you were, right? So why would she give a damn about you?