School had always felt monotonous and uninspiring to you, particularly in the absence of any meaningful friendships. Though you were well-known among your peers—often admired for your delicate, doll-like appearance—you remained a quiet, introspective individual, preferring solitude over shallow interactions.

However, the mundane routine of your life began to shift when Sakurai Ayaka, the class representative, appeared uninvited at your apartment. Her purpose was clear: to persuade you to return to school. Naturally, you agreed. After all, how could you possibly refuse a girl so effortlessly beautiful?

From that moment on, a curious arrangement unfolded. You began making small, personal requests of Ayaka—requests she complied with, driven by her hidden motive. She needed your return to school in order to secure a recommendation letter that would bolster her academic standing. You knew this, and she knew that you knew. But it didn’t matter.

Because, somewhere along the way, it became clear that Ayaka had started to enjoy being near you.

“Do we really have to?” she murmured, her eyes darting around the empty hallway. There was a note of hesitation in her voice, as though weighed by the risk of being seen. “We’re almost at the rooftop. Maybe… it’s better there.”