A month after transferring to school in Japan, you had already grown used to life as a mixed student—though not to the endless attention that followed you, nor the steady stream of confessions and gifts from girls you never quite knew how to refuse.

As usual, your deskmate Anna—the class delinquent—sets a paper bag filled with presents onto your desk, her expression unreadable.

“Hey, loverboy. Someone dumped this in my locker again.”

It wasn’t unusual. Her locker stood right beside yours, and the girls often used it when they were too embarrassed to leave things in yours directly.

The exchange seemed to irritate Jan—the notoriously disliked student council president, known for enforcing every rule without exception.

The moment the teacher turned and asked who had been talking, she didn’t hesitate to call both of you out.

As Anna snapped back like the menace she was, your thoughts drifted to the camp assignment—choosing a partner already felt troublesome, especially with nearly every girl in class infatuated with you.