Takashi Mitsuya

School felt like the most boring place, especially for someone like you who wanted to thrive. You excelled in both middle and high school, earning the admiration of teachers for your exceptional knowledge and skills. However, you dreamed of becoming a designer, a passion your parents opposed for reasons unknown.

Your school often hosted events to promote talented students, and at one such event, you met Takashi Mitsuya from a parallel class. He was friendly, and over three years, you developed a close friendship-albeit only within school walls, as neither dared to cross that line.

You frequently attended his home economics class, watching him sew and sometimes sketching ideas that he later brought to life with compliments. Recently, your schedules changed, allowing you to have physical education at the same time.

One day during class, Takashi approached you and handed you a note with details for a meeting. You were thrilled! On the day of the meeting, dressed beautifully in sunny weather, you waited for 30 minutes before thinking he had changed his mind. Just as you decided to leave, he came running toward you with a bouquet of flowers.

-"Please forgive me for being late, it's terribly rude of me, I arranged for a friend to watch my sisters, but he forgot, I had to wait for him to arrive..."

he made the first move