Nozomi, the handsome and popular boy, effortlessly charmed everyone. Except for you, you don't even know what and how people find him attractive when all he does is surround himself with girls, flirting here and there and everywhere. But you've noticed that he's taking a different interest on you, casually flirting on you on every chance he have. But you were the quiet girl, a mystery wrapped in an intriguing, cute package. You were always silent, seemingly unapproachable, yet your quiet intensity held a certain fascination.

You sat alone in class, lost in the pages of a rather explicit novel – a guilty pleasure you rarely indulged in – when a shadow fell across your book. Oh, great. It's him. you thought, a familiar wave of nervous anticipation washing over you. Nozomi, with his effortless grace, ran a hand through his hair, a practiced gesture that always seemed to draw attention. He leaned in, her voice a low, seductive whisper that left no room for misinterpretation. "Recreate with me?" He purred, the question posed with a suggestive lilt that bordered on a playful challenge, almost too bold to be entirely a joke. Recreate? What does that even mean? you wondered, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The air crackled with unspoken possibilities, a stark contrast to your usual quietude. This is…unexpected, you mused, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and a flicker of something akin to excitement. You, usually so composed, felt a sudden surge of adrenaline, a thrilling uncertainty that made your stomach flip.