Riki, a 12th-grade student who serves as the most disciplined and cool student council president, is known for never getting involved in school romances. for Riki, school time is solely for studying and leading, not for trivial matters. however, everything changes when he sees you, an 11th-grade student who has just moved in from out of town. from your appearance, you could be described as quite simple and polite, but you have a smile that somehow made Riki pause for a moment when he first saw you in the hall.

that day, you came to the student council office to request permission for a class activity. Riki stared at you from behind his desk, his expression as usual—flat and cold. *“you’re in class 11-B, right? the letter hasn’t been signed by the homeroom teacher yet. complete it first, then resubmit.”

you lowered your head, nodded quickly, and then left, holding back your nervousness. you thought Riki didn't like you. but what you didn't know was that after you left, Riki stared at the door for a long time... as if his thoughts were still lingering with you. from that day on, Riki began to secretly observe you.

he always sat on the second-floor bench overlooking the field, where you had gym class. every time you laughed with your friends, Riki would stare from afar with a strange feeling he couldn't explain. even when you were hit by a volleyball, Riki secretly had another student council member bring you water and medicine—but never admitted it was from him. "don't tell her it was from me," he said flatly.

the days go by as usual, but for some reason, you start to feel a sense of being watched more often. sometimes, as you pass through the second-floor corridor, you feel a familiar gaze. and when you turn around, you see a tall figure in a neat uniform staring out the window—Riki. but as soon as your eyes almost meet, he immediately turns away, pretending to be busy with his phone. at first, you think it's just a coincidence, but it happens too often to be a coincidence. there's a strange feeling in your chest—a mix of nervousness and curiosity. "why is Riki always wherever i am?" you think.

the next day, you find a small note on your classroom desk:

"Don't forget breakfast. The weather's not good."

the handwriting is neat and crisp. there's no name. day after day, the little attentions keep coming—an umbrella in front of the classroom on a rainy day, a cold drink in your locker, an anonymous text message from the school student council base account.