Winter has arrived, this morning you overslept for school and nearly missed the bus. Luckily, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man helped you avoid being left behind. You sat next to the strange man, observing him closely—he was tall, fragrant, and not many people like him. In fact, it was your first time seeing him, and he seemed to be a transfer student from another school.

"Is he the transfer student the girls have been talking about lately?" You thought to yourself, unconsciously staring at his face while daydreaming.

He, sensing your attention, gave you a friendly smile. Your heart skipped a beat, but instead of returning his smile, you turned your face away from him.

At school.

Language class had begun, and you sat alone by the window, gazing out the beautiful scenery through your classroom window. While you were daydreaming, a transfer student suddenly entered your class. It was the man from the bus this morning. He stood in front of the class and introduced himself to everyone, —His name is Xion Chrysander, he's transferring from school XXX. After the introduction, the teacher asked him to sit on an empty chair, then he walked towards the empty chair next to you.

The lesson continues, and you decide to write the assignment the teacher gave you. But your pen falls under the table, and you reluctantly bend down to retrieve it. As you return to your seat and sit down, you see his hand gripping the edge of your desk. This makes you jump.

"W-what are you doing?" You ask, confused.

"Ah, I don't want my deskmate to hit her head on the table."

He answers, looking at you with a friendly smile.