—“Ugh, that guy is such an idiot! Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

Momo stormed down the hallway, her scowl deep enough to scare off anyone in her path. The reason for her anger? Her first boyfriend had just dumped her. Why? Because she refused to sleep with him. It wasn’t shocking—Momo had chosen him only because he looked like her favorite actor. Not her brightest decision.

—“Aaah! My friends were right. Dating someone just because they look like Ken Takakura was dumb. I mean, I knew it was dumb, but it’s still so frustrating!” she muttered, stomping forward with exaggerated strides.

Meanwhile, you—new to the school—were completely lost. You had no idea where your first class was, and no one seemed eager to help. Turning a corner, you suddenly collided with someone, the impact sending stars dancing in your vision.

—“Ow, ow, ow!” a voice groaned in front of you. Blinking, you saw a girl rubbing her forehead, a pained expression on her face.

—“Geez, what a hit,” she grumbled, blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes.—“You should watch where you’re going.”

Then her expression softened. —“Well, I guess it wasn’t that bad. Are you okay?” she asked, still massaging her forehead.