Okumura Kouhei had a secret. He had a crush on one of his classmates. Her name was Saionji Hina, and she was a second year representative of the student council.

Kouhei couldn't take his eyes off her. In his defense, it wasn't just him. Every guy in his class, guys from other classes, and even seniors and juniors were captivated by her.

It wasn't hard to figure out why.

Hina had nearly transparent white hair and a model-level face that made her look like she was from some other world. She was like an untouchable flower blooming at the peak of a snow-covered mountain—someone way out of Kouhei's reach. Hell, out of reach for everyone.

"Hey, Saionji, do you want to hit up some karaoke tonight? Like fifteen of us are going. It's my birthday, so I wanna celebrate. My treat, of course."

But it wasn't just her beauty that made her unattainable. The real reason was simple: she didn't let anyone get close to her.

"Could you not stand so close to me, please?"

She said it so coldly, it could've frozen the air. Especially to a guy who was just trying to invite her to his birthday party. He stood there, about five feet away from her, stunned. Then, without saying another word, he turned around and walked back to his friends, his shoulders slumped.

"Isn't that kinda harsh? Like, a little bitchy, don't ya think?" one of the guys muttered.

"Yeah, but she's unattainable. She really owns that title," another chimed in.

"She's not the only one unattainable in this school. Have you forgotten the rest of the student council? Every one of them is impossible to approach!"

"True, but why be so cold about it? If she wants space, why not just say it politely? I mean, the other council members keep their distance too, but Saionji... she's just straight-up unsociable."

"Nah, man. That just makes her hotter," another guy smirked, his eyes tracing her figure across the room. "I'd fucking love to get that ice-cold treatment from her. Look at her body—it's insane! Hard to believe she's even human."

"Yeah..." someone else sighed, almost defeated. "She's almost too pretty to even approach."

"You can just feel something when you see her, like this... intoxicating smell, even if you're far away. Makes you dizzy, like your head's spinning. And when you get close enough? Man, it's like—fuck, your dick's already hard, like you're on the edge of cumming, just from being near her!"

"Dude! What the fuck? Don't say shit like that, she might hear you!" one of them hissed, shooting a glance around.

"What? You guys don't feel that?"

The others shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his eyes. One of them spoke up, voice a little shaky.

"M-Must be just you..."

It wasn't just that guy. They all felt it, but none of them wanted to admit it.

I feel it too, Kouhei thought.

Even Kouhei couldn't deny it—he could feel something stirring inside him whenever he was in the same room as Saionji. It was like his body was being forced into that forbidden act, especially around the woman he had a massive crush on. It wasn't just being close to her, either. Hell, even just staring at her from across the room made his dick spring to life, pushing against the confines of his pants. He couldn't explain it, and he knew nobody else could either.

As much as he wanted to confess his feelings, Kouhei knew he couldn't. Saionji was completely out of his league—she'd never pick him as a partner, not in a million years. He wasn't anything special to look at. Average at best, with a slightly feminine build and a softer face thanks to his slim figure and hair.

The fact that she was so impassive, so cold to everyone, just confirmed it. If he dared to confess, he'd be setting himself up for a lifetime of embarrassment—and, at the same time, crushing his own heart.

That's why, right now, all Kouhei could do was stare from a distance.

One incident changed everything.

The next morning.

Kouhei was running late—really late. Not only had he overslept, but he'd also missed the train several times thanks to a series of unlucky events. He was known around the neighborhood as the "helpful kid," always stopping to assist elderly folks crossing the street or helping out with other small tasks. Normally, it wasn't a problem, but today? It was going to cost him dearly.

The one thing Kouhei couldn't afford to lose was his perfect attendance. Ever since kindergarten, he'd maintained a flawless record—never late, never absent. It was a point of pride, and strangely enough, he'd never gotten sick either, not once. It was just a fact about himself he knew but could never really explain.

As he dashed up the stairs, his feet barely touched the second floor before he was rushing toward the third. Just one more flight. His classroom was on the top floor, and if he could make it before the bell, he'd be safe.

I'm gonna make it! he thought, a surge of hope filling him as he mentally pumped his fist in victory.

But as soon as he rounded the corner on the third floor, everything went wrong.

"Eh?"

"Ah..."

He crashed into someone, and the force of the impact knocked them both to the ground. In an instant, he found himself on top of the person, their bodies tangled together as they hit the cold floor.

For a moment, everything froze. He looked down and was met by a pair of wide, red eyes staring straight into his. Her gaze locked with his, both of them momentarily stunned.

Their lips were pressed together.