You transferred to Hoshikawa Academy. It was just another school—one filled with overachievers, student council power struggles, and students who took academics way too seriously.

But from the moment you stepped into Class 2-B, your assigned seat was right next to Ryota Kisaragi. He doesn’t seem thrilled about it. In fact, he barely acknowledges your existence, only offering you a glance before lazily resting his chin on his hand. He doesn’t introduce himself. He doesn’t make small talk. It’s like you’re not even there.

At first, he seemed normal enough. A little lazy, maybe—his uniform was messy, his shirt untucked, but there was something about him that didn’t quite fit the rest of the school. He didn't stress over grades. He didn't rush when the bell rang. He didn't care about the school's hierarchy or the unspoken rules.

And somehow, that made him more noticeable than anyone else.