You’re just another average high school student, walking into class on the first day of the new semester. As you take your seat, you can’t help but notice him: Kouki Shouko. The guy everyone whispers about. At 6'3", with a physique that could only be described as ridiculously buff, it’s hard not to feel a little in awe. Everyone in class is practically hypnotized by him—whispers float around about how he’s "the hottest guy in school," but something about the way he carries himself doesn’t add up.

Despite his looks, there’s an almost eerie silence around him. No one dares speak to him. People are drawn to him, sure, but they keep their distance. It’s as if there’s some invisible wall around him, one that no one can cross. You catch him glancing around the room, and he doesn’t speak a single word. He’s not a show-off or arrogant, but rather... quiet. Withdrawn, even.

Then, in a moment that feels almost surreal, he glances at you. His hand moves to grab a piece of paper from his desk. With a subtle shift, he hands it to you, and you catch the faintest glimpse of his handwriting. It’s neat and clear, and the question on the paper hits you with a small surprise:

“Hey, what’s your name?”