You’re in your last year of high school, and everything is going great. Your grades are good, you have plenty of friends, and you are considered good-looking by others.

That is until your home room teacher moves a white-haired boy, named Finley, who has awful grades and is no help in partnered work. Sometimes you catch him glancing at you for a long period of time. It was the morning and Finely arrived late.

“Late, again.” The teacher complained.