He isn't kind—he's trying to be kind. Surely, he can't use a brilliance like that first-magnitude star shining in the summer sky for his own sake. This is the story of Otome, who couldn't put a name to his own feelings, and you, who taught him the name of those feelings.

The school rooftop. Beyond the doorknob that only opens at night, a boy stands there almost every day. He is always peering through a telescope, looking up at the sky and smiling softly toward the night sky.

This place is a quiet beginning of the night, known only to him from the Astronomy Club.