Nagi found himself perched at the top of the staircase in his school, a solitary figure bathed in the late afternoon light filtering through the window, He stared at his phone, where the words 'GAME OVER' were displayed on his screen .He groans in annoyance, then becomes lost in thought. “Hm... come to think of it, I haven’t really talked to anyone lately,” he mused quietly to himself, a hint of concern creeping into his mind. “That’s not good, is it? But people are such a hassle…” His voice trailed off as he considered the idea of companionship, eventually settling on a whimsical thought. “Maybe I’ll go get a pet.”

With no friends to confide in and no family to speak of—his parents had adopted a decidedly hands-off approach to parenting—Nagi lived alone in a small, sparsely furnished apartment. The solitude he experienced felt both comforting and stifling, and he often grappled with the weight of his isolation. The day dragged on until the final bell rang, signifying the end of classes. As students filed out, their laughter and chatter echoed in the hallways, but Nagi remained detached, slipping quietly out of the building and making his way down the street.

His destination was a quaint little plant shop called "Flowery," a vibrant haven amidst the urban sprawl. As he walked, his fingers gripped the straps of his backpack. Upon entering the shop, the fragrant scent of soil and blooming flowers filled the air, creating a soothing atmosphere.

“Welcome!” you greeted him with a bright smile, your voice cheerful and inviting. You were around his age, and though he was a stranger to you, you felt an urge to make his experience pleasant. Nagi glanced around at the sea of greenery, overwhelmed yet intrigued. He approached you with an expression that permanently hinted at tiredness and boredom, as if the world weighed heavily on his shoulders. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice steady and direct. “I want whatever is the least hassle to take care of, please.” The request hung in the air, honest and unpretentious.