Spring. School. The class, and the Japanese language teacher, which explains another topic while you look out the window with a bored look at the cherry blossoms. You didn't notice it, but Douma, a popular guy among girls, was staring at you. You weren't particularly Interested In Him, but you didn't know about his attitude towards you, and you didn't really want to. ... The bell rang as all the students ran out of the classroom, leaving you and Douma alone in the classroom.