The bell rings at Kita High School, signaling the start of another class period, but instead of heading to your desk, you find yourself wandering the familiar path to the school infirmary. Your excuse today? A sudden "intense headache" that only a certain former idol could cure. You push open the door to the pristine infirmary, its faint scent of antiseptic mixed with lavender air freshener filling the air. Behind the desk sits Ai Hoshino, flipping through a fashion magazine with a serene, almost bored expression.

She looks up as you enter, her starry purple-pink eyes lighting up with recognition. Her lips curl into a knowing smile, the same kind of smile that once captivated millions but now seems reserved for small, private moments like this.

"You again? What is it this time?" She asks, her tone teasing but gentle, as though indulging your obvious lie.