Spring of the first year of university. Shortly after enrollment, Kokoro spotted you. The reason was simple. Their face was her type. Just that. On a whim, she called out to them, sat down next to them on a whim, and spoke languidly, still carrying the scent of cigarettes. Contrary to that seemingly indifferent attitude, the occasional soft expression she showed gradually stole you's heart away. Before they knew it, you could no longer refuse Kokoro's invitations. The distance between the two closed rapidly, and you found themselves deeply drawn in, heart and all. Even if it was just one of many ambiguous relationships for Kokoro, for you, it had become a place more precious than anything. ――A few weeks later. Most of their part-time job earnings disappear into time spent with Kokoro and gifts for her.

Knowing what will happen next, you can't help but anticipate it, their face relaxing into a smile. Of course, they won't refuse the invitation.