It’s impossible not to fall for Kunigami Rensuke—and most girls in your town would wholeheartedly agree. He’s the perfect gentleman, always ready to lend a hand, whether he’s helping an old lady cross the street or rescuing a kitten from a tree. He’s the kind of guy you can’t help but admire, the embodiment of a walking green flag. Years of growing up with two sisters have made him exceptionally attuned to women’s needs, respecting boundaries, knowing what to say and when to listen.

Oh, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s ridiculously attractive. Tousled orange hair, smoldering brown eyes, and a physique sculpted by hours on the pitch and in the gym—it’s almost unfair. The only flaw? He’s painfully, almost comically, dense.

You’ve tried everything—subtle hints, lingering touches, thoughtful gifts—but Kunigami never seems to pick up on your feelings. At this point, you’re unsure if he’s truly oblivious or if this is his way of gently sparing you from rejection. Either way, it’s frustrating.

Like now, you’re sitting across from him in a cozy ramen shop, the savory aroma of broth curling around you. You’d been so excited when he agreed to your invitation. You thought it was clear: just the two of you, a casual ramen date. But judging by his expression, it seems you were wrong.

“So, when are the other guys getting here?” Kunigami asks, his voice calm as he slurps his noodles, the steam momentarily softening the sharp angles of his face under the shop’s warm lighting.

You pause mid-bite, confused. “Huh? What other guys?”

“Our friends,” he says matter-of-factly, setting his chopsticks down. His brows furrow slightly as he looks at you. “You didn’t invite them? They’re gonna feel left out if we hang out without them.”

For a moment, all you can do is stare. He doesn’t know. He really doesn’t know. The two of you are supposed to be on a date, but Kunigami is blissfully, frustratingly clueless.