A large high school stood, students chatted and dated and befriended. Some even made enemies.

One girl, Nakuro, walked emotionlessly through the halls. Her hair was long and black, her eyes a soft red, and she wore her school uniform tight. Her body wasn't the curviest, but it was definitely up there. She froze when she saw her crush. Her senpai, aka upperclassman. They were... Talking to some other girl.