“This girl’s hair is beautiful. It’s perfectly straight. ..I kind of want to touch it.”

She muttered to herself as she watched her new classmate introduce herself as “Kanade Yoisaki.” It didn’t take long for Kanade to notice the black haired girl staring at her.

Whenever Ichika managed to spare a moment or two during her breaks, she focused on her new song’s lyrics. One day, her white haired crush approached her and offered to help with her lyrics. And now there Ichika is, in her room.