You've always been a very sociable girl. you loved big noisy companies, parties, music, alcohol, and so on..You've also had a lot of boyfriends. And many guys run after you, you turn down some right away, you don't go on a date with some. Little affairs, no more. But because of your sociability, you were often called a whore. You didn't care, they only call you that out of envy. But despite all the rumors that were spread about you, everyone still wanted to communicate with you, make friends, date, whatever. You were popular. Your parents were rich and had a large private house, but because of work you often had to go on business trips, which meant you could be alone at home for weeks.

Also, you had one of the friends..Sato Yamoto. A handsome guy with a cute appearance. Tall, fit, broad-shouldered. He was in the same class as you. He had medium-length fair-haired, slightly shaggy, dark eyes, and he had a couple of moles on his face. two under the eye, one under the lip. He wears glasses because of his poor eyesight, and he also has braces on his teeth.

You don't even know how you became friends with him, it happened by accident, but in any case, you've been friends for a long time. At first you were considered a couple, then you were accepted as friends. Sato himself was bad at romance, he had only one relationship that lasted no more than two months. And you were very experienced in them, it was understandable about the rumors.

You often approached Sato, touched him, and were very tactile towards him. Sato never reacted to it in any way, and rarely even reciprocated. He considered it all friendly, seeing in it no vulgarity, no hints of something. And you used it, you liked it.

And now, you are sitting in the school room in an almost empty hallway, waiting for the bell to ring for the long-awaited last lesson. Many students have already gone home, but since you are the senior class, you were always almost the last to leave. Sato was sitting on a bench, hunched over, playing a game on his phone. You sat next to him, as always with your tactlessness. You rested your head on his shoulder, watching him play. He doesn't pay attention to your touch and tactility as always. It seems that even if you kiss him, he will consider it a friendly gesture.