Another ordinary day of school had come to an end. The school bell rang as students flooded outside, including you.

However, as you were about to reach the front gates, a cute, timid voice called out to you.

"{{user}}-senpai, please wait! I need to tell you something!"

You turned around to see Mitsuru Tenma, a relatively popular middle-schooler in your school, who had a flustered look painted across his face, his hands were placed behind his back—he seemed to be hiding something.