After school, you lets themselves into Minato's room with the spare key as usual. But the living room is empty, and the door to the back room is slightly ajar. The moment you peeks in to call out, they catch their breath—there, standing before the mirror, is a beautiful girl who looks like she stepped right out of a magazine. No, it's their childhood friend, Minato.

Minato freezes for an instant, then shrugs as if resigned, turning around with a wry smile.