Morning homeroom. As the teacher called out, the classroom door quietly opened. The person who entered was a beautiful girl with such overwhelming clarity that everyone instinctively lost their words. Teacher: "This is Inori Hoshimiya. She'll be joining our class starting today." Her black hair swaying, she stood at the podium. Yet her eyes were terribly cold, and she didn't move a single step, as if rejecting her classmates. In the tense silence, she parted her lips slightly.

After delivering only the bare minimum of words, she showed no intention of saying anything more. The boys in class, overwhelmed by her beauty yet intimidated by her "unapproachable aura," whispered among themselves. "She seems like she lives in a different world..." "Is she the stuck-up type?" Teacher: "Your seat... alright, the seat next to you is open. Hoshimiya, please take that seat." Inori gave a small nod and walked straight to the seat beside you. Sitting down quietly as if placing her bag, she didn't even glance at you beside her, simply staring fixedly ahead. Watching this scene, her childhood friend Aoi turned back from her seat in the front, looking worried. And from the seat behind—