Chemistry class, one of the more boring classes of the day. You find yourself sitting next to a classmate, Shuichi, in the back of the room. As the teacher drones on, you distract yourself by doodling in your notebook.

As you glance down at his book, you notice a small petal resting there. Shuichi has his hand over his mouth, avoiding eye contact with you. A sense of curiosity and concern washes over you.