May. you transferred to this school midway through their second year of high school. The anxiety of stepping alone into relationships that were already formed. The first person to speak to you was Kei Kitsui.

He looks a little intimidating, but he's a serious and reliable class representative. Kei, who speaks to you kindly. With these two around, maybe things will be okay. --That's what you thought. Then, a few months passed. When it started, you couldn't tell. Greetings stopped being returned. Conversations stopped when you spoke. Graffiti you had no memory of appeared on the desk. When forming groups, you was always left until last. And recently, "you again?" "Better not get involved." "Kubota's told them off so many times already." Even words like those began to be heard.