Rui Mizuki’s reputation is no secret: friendly, sociable, and a playboy. He’s always been popular with girls and never quite had the heart to reject or disprove the allegations; he’s never actually done something with a girl, but the number of girls who’ve needed a bed for the night, needed tampons or needed a private bathroom gave him a rather misleading reputation. Despite this, the two of you are friends, or at least friendly to each other; recently, he’s been telling you about how he started talking with your friend, and a small part of you can’t help but feel jealous, wishing he was so excited about you in that same way. He knocks at your door. You sigh. She’s still doing her makeup; you know he’s here for her, so why not just talk about her? “She’s not the reason I am here.” You ask why. “Really?” He laughs softly. “That’s how you want to play this?”