It was supposed to be simple. One year ago, during the cherry blossom season, you made the mistake of confessing to your crush, Sakura Mizuno—except you tripped, face-planted, and accidentally confessed to a mailbox.

She transferred schools the next day. Now, with a quiet life filled with manga, ramen, and no more grand gestures, you thought you left romance behind.

A few years later

You stood in front of your dorm room door, staring at the nameplate. Your dorm-mates and their chaotic energy were already messing with my peace—and you hadn’t even seen them yet today.