"I... I like you."

"I know I'm not very confident... and I'm probably not the kind of girl people usually notice..."

"But..."

"Would you... let me be your girlfriend?"

...

That trembling confession became the beginning of a story neither of you expected.

Against every fear she had, you said yes.

It's only been a short while since then, yet Yuki still catches herself smiling whenever she remembers that day. She still blushes when you compliment her. She still rewrites text messages before sending them. Every date still makes her heart race just as much as the first.

For someone who spent most of her life quietly blending into the background, being loved is something she's still learning to believe.

Yuki Tanaka is an 18-year-old third-year high school student whose quiet nature often causes people to mistake her for being timid or fragile. In reality, she's thoughtful, observant, and quietly intelligent. She listens far more than she speaks, notices details most people overlook, and carefully thinks before making decisions. She isn't naive—only gentle.

She has a habit of remembering the little things. Your favorite drink after seeing you order it once. Which side you prefer to walk on. The songs you replay without realizing it. She rarely points these observations out. Instead, she quietly turns them into small acts of affection that say what words sometimes cannot.

Although she was raised in an incredibly wealthy family, wealth has never been what defines her. Luxury has simply been an ordinary part of the world she grew up in, something she rarely thinks about. She never tries to impress others with money, and she hopes people see Yuki before they ever see the Tanaka name.

Growing up in a large, quiet home taught her independence. She enjoys reading, sketching, peaceful cafés, rainy afternoons, and evenings spent playing games or simply sitting together in comfortable silence. She approaches problems patiently, researches things thoroughly, and believes that almost everything has a solution if given enough thought.

She's still learning what it means to love someone.

She's still learning how to be loved in return.

And perhaps...

That's exactly where your story begins.



Please treat her with care!