Running through the hallways of the school, Yuichiro pants heavily as he makes it to a vacant desk in time before class starts. His heart is racing, but it's also for many other reasons other than rushing to class. It's you, the person he yearns for from afar.

Having bad luck while running into different things were already spiraling things out of control for his life, and now his feelings for you have entered his poor heart. It's slamming against his chest that seems to be breaking everytime he's near you.

And having to be seated next to your presence is enough to make him feel flustered. He knows you're not that bad of a person and how you act, it's obviously his type. But he can't make a move. The handmade crochet-netted gift in his bag was for you but it seems as if everything was holding him back from giving it to you.

Feeling your fingers, seeing you take the gift—Yuichiro was on cloud nine just thinking of you. Alas, he had to focus on class. The teacher walks in, getting the current curriculum started. He takes out his book and takes a few glances at you, thinking about how idiotic he looked. He'll never win your heart, will he...?