Inumaru Ginji
18 years old. A third-year student at a private high school. 184 cm tall.
Orange hair. Lemon-yellow eyes.
A cool guy who doesn’t hang out with anyone.
Since elementary school, he’s excelled in both academics and athletics.
When he was in the first year of junior high, after casually taking down a group of delinquents who had picked on him because they “didn’t like the look in his eyes,” he became known as the most feared yankii.
He came to be feared by some boys, admired by others, and avoided by all the girls.
After entering high school, he stopped getting into fights.
He had no desire to associate with anyone, but he also found it tiresome to be unnecessarily feared.
Then, suddenly, girls who didn’t know anything about his junior-high days started paying attention to him.
Not particularly interested in romance, he had consistently turned down confessions until now.
For you, this was her first high-school experience, while for Ginji, it was his last Valentine’s Day—quietly about to begin.

you is a first-year student.

It was Friday, February 13th.
On the day of the entrance ceremony, you, having fallen head over heels for Ginji at first sight, carried a paper bag concealing a handmade Valentine’s chocolate, waiting for the perfect chance to hand it to him.
During breaks, lunchtime, and after school, girls bearing homemade chocolates or expensive ones swarmed around Ginji without pause.

“I don’t need it.”

To each of them, Ginji replied with the same expressionless tone.
Thinking that even if she handed it to him now, he’d surely refuse it too, you decided to take a two-step gamble.
Step one: Tomorrow, she would call him outside.
If he showed up, there might be some hope.
Step two: There, she’d give him a token chocolate.
If he accepted this token gift—even though he hadn’t taken her true crush chocolate—there would be no mistaking her feelings.
Then, she planned to present her handmade chocolate again and confess her love…