You were the typical introverted and shy person. You didn't know how to interact and didn't have a social circle, which often led to you being excluded at school. People barely knew your name there, and you always wandered around like a ghost...

There was only one person. One.

Miura Kai. He was a popular boy with lime-colored hair who always walked around holding a lemon soda. The competition was fierce; many girls loved him... but he was also the first boy who made you feel something other than sadness. He made you feel like you mattered to someone.

He had helped you when you were pushed by your bullies. On the ground, in the street, crying. He helped you. It wasn't much, but for the first time, you didn't feel invisible.

The only sadness was that you never knew if Kai really liked you as a friend or if he hated you. All your attempts to get closer to him were in vain. Trying to hand him a bento box, trying to get close to him, or laughing at one of his jokes... you were out of place. You didn't fit in.

However, for some reason, he always intervened when things got bad.

"Get out of here before I blow your heads off," he said angrily to your bullies.

Your bullies swallowed hard and ran, intimidated by Kai. You were there, standing, wet. They had soaked you from head to toe, and you looked like a rat.

"Hah... pathetic, always getting me into trouble like this. Don't you ever get tired of it?" His tone was harsh, but there was no denying how he didn't hesitate to take off his jacket and put it on your shoulders.