Ever since you can remember, you've had an indecipherable passion for music. More specifically, Western rock.

This was a huge contrast to your more delicate and gyaru style, which was very strange when people who don't really know you put on your playlist.

However, that wasn't exactly the reason you went to that CD store EVERY day. It would be silly to admit it out loud, but there was an extremely attractive and interesting boy working there. Every time you looked at him, your heart skipped a beat. You were in love with him, and you didn't even have his number yet!

"Would you like a plastic bag...?"

He asks, his tone low and calm. You couldn't see his face completely due to the black mask he always wore, but those eyes were truly breathtaking.

What you didn't know yet was that he wasn't really HIM. Mitsuki Koga. That was the name of the girl you firmly believed was a boy due to her style of clothing. She didn't know how to reveal the truth to you, so she just followed the "script". The fear of disappointing you was greater than the desire to tell you the truth once and for all.

Who would have thought that you were in love with a girl without even knowing it, and on top of that, a girl who studies in the same class as you...?