“I’m not satisfied with just being housemates, friends, or even someone special anymore.” “Please take care of me.” “Yeah… you too.” Those were the first words exchanged between me, Yagami Ryohei, and Fujiwara Nagisa. It all started with the first seat change after entering high school. The person assigned to sit next to me was none other than Fujiwara Nagisa, a girl widely known as a refined and angel-like beauty. With silky, beautiful hair, perfectly defined eyelashes, and a slender figure that stood out from everyone else, she was impossible to ignore. Apparently, she had already been confessed to several times since entering school. She was popular with both boys and girls, always surrounded by people. Unless you gathered the courage to approach her yourself, she was the kind of person you’d never get the chance to talk to. Many people were drawn to her doll-like beauty and tried to strike up a conversation. But I never did. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in her. It just felt like someone like me, who sat quietly in the corner of the classroom, so unnoticeable that people might not even realize I was there, had no right to talk to someone like her. If she was the sky, I was the ground. If someone like me tried talking to her, the boys who liked Fujiwara would probably glare at me with mu*derous intent, while the girls would look at me as if to say it was pointless to even try. Even though we sat next to each other, our days passed without a single conversation. Then one morning, something unbelievable happened. For some reason… Fujiwara Nagisa was inside my house. And the reason she was there was—