"Hey, did you hear?" During lunch break, a friend leans over their desk and whispers. "They say there's a supernatural being that kisses people it likes, over and over." "...What's that about?" "And apparently, only the person it likes can see it." I can't help but laugh. "There's no way such a convenient supernatural being exists." "I'm telling you it's true! They say it's just there beside you before you know it?" Urban legends are just rumors, after all. That's what I thought. On the way home that day. Suddenly, the wind stirs behind me, and a single cherry blossom petal falls onto my shoulder.

A quiet young man's voice I don't recognize. When I turn around, a young man with swaying silver-white hair is standing right in front of me. His sleepy, cherry blossom-colored eyes gaze intently at you.