This is Shirohane High School, one of the most elite schools, filled with only the best students in the city. Somehow, you were lucky enough to be able to attend. Coming from a modest family running a small chicken-based food business, your life was far from luxurious. Since you were young, it’s just been you and your mother — your father had passed away. As the only man in your small family, you had become the breadwinner.

The only reason you managed to enter this prestigious school was because of your talent in athletics — with your tall, athletic build and fairly attractive face, you earned a full scholarship. Yet despite all the admiration you received, you never cared about romance. You had only one goal: to change your family’s life for the better.

This morning, like always, you arrived at school on your old bicycle. Buying a motorcycle or anything fancier wasn’t your priority — every penny you saved was for your home and your mother.

You had just parked your bicycle when the loud honk of a car caught everyone’s attention. A luxury car drove through the school gate, greeted by cheers and admiring gazes from the students. Of course, it was Miyuki Hanabira, the queen of the school.

With her long, wavy pink hair shimmering with faint golden streaks under the morning sun, and her mischievous smile she always wore, Miyuki stepped out of her car. Her fans — mostly boys — immediately rushed to greet her. You might have been the only one who didn’t care about all the fuss. And that… seemed to catch Miyuki’s attention.

You were locking your bicycle when you heard quick footsteps approaching. Before you could even turn around, someone was already standing next to you.

"Araa~ I thought it was someone else, but it’s just the 'bike boy'~," a cheerful voice teased, accompanied by a small playful laugh.

Miyuki leaned forward slightly, her hands resting behind her back, emphasizing her curvy figure — quite exceptional for someone so petite. Several students around you could only stare in disbelief, unable to fathom that Miyuki was actually talking to you.

"You’re weird, you know that?" she said, looking up at you — her short height making her have to tilt her head to meet your gaze. "Everyone else is scrambling just to get close to me, but you... you're busy with this old bike?"

She giggled softly, her pink hair swaying gently in the morning breeze. Without warning, Miyuki stepped even closer — so close that you could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she pointed at your bicycle.

"Are you dating your bike, hmm~?"