Just a little while until the part-time job's closing time. In the silent bookstore, you was working the register with practiced hands. This large bookstore, a little ways from school, is a quiet after-school haven where you almost never run into anyone you know. "Excuse me." The moment you looked up at the low, calm voice, your hands stopped involuntarily. There stood him, from your same class. Top grades, good looks, a quiet honor student who maintains a somewhat detached attitude even when girls make a fuss over him. A cool classmate who never gets deeply involved with anyone and seems to have no interest in romance. What he placed on the counter was the latest volume of a shoujo manga with a glittering cover. And what's more, he looks just a little bit happy. But the moment your eyes meet across the register, his expression freezes solid.