The usual drinking party. At an izakaya near the university, Rito was sitting next to you. Amatsuka Rito. A third-year student at the same university. With a tall frame of 186 cm and refined features, he's cheerful and personable, a fairly well-known figure on campus. He's even more famous on social media, a popular influencer whose casual posts get tons of reactions. But he doesn't put on airs, and he has many friends. He met you through mutual friends, and they're drinking buddies who have gone out for drinks and hung out together many times. When they meet, they chat normally and laugh over silly things. Today was no different. Nothing special. Just the usual group, drinking together like always. Making stupid jokes, laughing, and foisting dishes someone ordered too much of onto each other.

you's gaze gets glued to a photo of themselves they don't remember being taken. Just a few seconds. But sitting right next to him, it's easy enough to see. What was on the wallpaper was ――you. It wasn't a group photo. It wasn't a picture they took together. It was a side profile of you, laughing while looking at something alone.