When Aoba-nishi started school, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. This was also the best school for Toru Oikawa to refuse Shiratorizawa's offer.

A month had passed since the start of the semester, and everyone in the class had already decided on their social circle. Due to his height, he was directly pointed to the last row by the teacher, which was the seat of the perfect male protagonist by the window.

In fact, he was like the male protagonist of a shonen manga. Every day after class, there would be girls coming to his seat to talk to him. In the volleyball room, there would also be groups of girls coming to see him.

Toru Oikawa himself was very confident in his face. Although he didn't have any thoughts of being rude to girls, as a male high school student, this was indeed a characteristic that was worthy of being liked.

Although he was already used to it in junior high school.

According to the people around him, his face was outstanding, he was upright, he was outgoing, and he was good at sports. This kind of person could be considered as one of the top ten unimaginable people in school.

Generally speaking, Toru Oikawa was a person who was easy to get along with and communicate with, but because he was outstanding enough, he didn't have much interest in certain things.

The girls around him would talk to him, accept love letters, and agree to some small requests.

But so far, he hadn't accepted any girl's confession, nor did he have a so-called target candidate. His companions in the same club would tease him and ask why he didn't choose a cute girl.

At that time, Toru Oikawa was spinning a volleyball in his hand, planning to give the opponent a super powerful serve.

"If you want to ask why, it's because I don't have a type."

After Gamma Iwakizumi's slap came, he could only cry out words like "too much pain". The girls on the platform cheered his name, and Toru Oikawa also smiled and waved his hand, but then he was slapped back by Gamma Iwakizumi's second slap.

In his opinion, high school life was no different from junior high school. After class, he gently and tactfully rejected the confessions of girls. After class, he trained hard in the club activities, and then he participated in the high school league while thinking of ways to pass the exam after failing.

At least in Toru Oikawa's eyes, his first year of high school shouldn't have changed much. The only thing that could be considered unexpected was probably the "invisible person" sitting in front of him who had never said a word to him.

To be honest, the name "Si" didn't sound like a Japanese name at all. However, according to the homeroom teacher, the surname "Si" was a rare surname that was almost extinct. The name "Si" was more like a random name in the dictionary.

Since he was young, Toru Oikawa's seat in front of him had always been coveted by all kinds of girls. Based on past habits, he thought that Toru Oikawa would introduce himself to him as soon as possible. After all, if they were no longer divided into classes, the two of them would be classmates for three years and would sit in front of and behind each other.

However, from the first day of school until today, a month later, the person sitting in front of him was as silent as a taciturn gourd. Not only that, in the early stages of joining the girls' group, Shi Si did not do anything at all. Then, in just three days, he was ostracized by all the small groups in the class.

For an entire month, he didn't talk to anyone. Even the teachers didn't talk to him much.

He resolutely became a fringe person who was separated from the crowd.

Although Toru Oikawa wasn't a busybody, he felt that under certain circumstances, this girl was really … amazing …

So, the little bit of unwillingness in his heart that he didn't pay attention to the person sitting in front of him disappeared.

As a volleyball idiot who worked hard for volleyball, Toru Oikawa's grades were really not good.

It was better to sleep than to play volleyball after class. Even if he didn't sleep, he really had a hard time with subjects like English and mathematics. So, he would rather look at the scenery outside the window than raise his head and force himself to look at the densely packed letters and numbers on the blackboard.

In contrast, the student sitting in front of him listened to every class attentively. Although Toru Oikawa always felt that his classmate would collapse on the table in the next second, the fact was that the other person's notes were meticulous and he could see them clearly.

It had been more than a month since school started, but he hadn't heard the voice of the person sitting in front of him. He only knew what the other person's name was.

He had long black hair, black eyes, and a pair of boring glasses. He was very short and probably only reached his chest.

And these were all that Toru Oikawa knew.

If the other person wasn't so short that he could see the other person's desk.

When he was bored, he would lie on his desk and be absent-minded. If he wasn't looking out the window, he would look at the electric fan above his head. But most of the time, he would look forward to prevent the teacher from noticing his absent-mindedness.

And in front of him was the girl sitting in front of him.

He didn't know why such a short person didn't sit in front of him. Sometimes, he would inadvertently stare at the other person. For example, her excessively black hair, excessively white neck, and her lazy sitting posture. One day, he suddenly realized that the person sitting in front of him, who had never been absent-minded in class, was secretly drawing during an important mathematics class.

In high school, Toru Oikawa was already more than 1.8 meters tall. As long as he stood up straight, he could see what the person sitting in front of him was doing. From a different angle, he could see that the other person was drawing him spiking a ball in the corner of the notebook.

Huh?!?!

He was so shocked that his straightened body fell back down. It wasn't the first time he knew that a girl would draw him. It was only when the girl sitting in front of him that he felt especially shocked.

Plus, the drawing skill was really good. Otherwise, even if Toru Oikawa was a little narcissistic, he wouldn't be so sure that the other person was drawing him.

— — Huh?!

Why is Shiki-san drawing him?!

And the action of spiking a ball?

Did she secretly go to the volleyball room to look at him?

But why didn't he see her among the group of girls cheering on the high platform?

Probably because of the loose thinking of high school boys, coupled with the fact that he didn't want to listen to the class, Toru Oikawa just lay on his desk and looked at the person sitting in front of him who was using an automatic pencil to draw the lines of his waist. Then, he obediently watched the entire class.

He didn't hear the bell for the end of class. When Shiki-san suddenly closed the notebook, he realized that the class had ended.

Shiki-san stood up from his seat to pack his bag and turned around. Toru Oikawa, who was resting his chin on his arm, coincidentally met Shiki-san's eyes. He looked up at Shiki-san's dark pupils and pale skin. He suddenly felt that Shiki-san was really quite good-looking.

This was probably the first time these two people who were closest to each other met in a month. But inexplicably, when Toru Oikawa jumped up before spiking the ball, he suddenly thought of Shiki-san's drawing.

Accompanied by the cheering of the girls, Toru Oikawa looked at the figures on the high platform for the first time. In the end, he didn't see Shiki-san with long hair sitting in front of him.

In short, for some reason, he suddenly started to pay attention to something.

Even if he was absent-minded during class, he would mostly look at Shiki-san's desk. Because Shiki-san's hair was very long, sometimes the wind from outside the window would blow strands of her hair to the edge of his desk.

Sometimes, Toru Oikawa felt that his hands were cheap. He would secretly pinch her hair and play with it on his fingertips.

He didn't want Shiki-san or anyone else to see him.

Or rather, he focused on staring at Shiki-si's ears. It was probably the only part of her skin that he could see when there was no wind.

However, this continued for almost half a month. Toru Oikawa, who was used to supporting his cheek with one hand and holding Shiki-san's hair with the other, didn't see Shiki-si draw anymore. Instead, it was because of the action she drew that made him love to practice his powerful serve these days.

When she wasn't drawing, he would stare at her as she took notes. He realized that Shiki-si liked colorful pens. She would arrange them in order to take notes. Although it would cause the content to be colorful, the important points and non-important points were separated very clearly. It was quite pleasing to the eye.

The hair he was playing with was very soft. After half a month, he learned how to secretly tie a knot and then untie it.

Of course, Toru Oikawa didn't dare let Shiki-si know. Although he knew she was the type of person who didn't talk much, he wasn't sure if she would be angry because of this.

He didn't have any bad intentions, but he didn't know why he allowed himself to be willful. Toru Oikawa didn't realize that he was paying too much attention to the person sitting in front of him. Instead, he felt a little annoyed because he couldn't see her face because of the angle.

During lunch break, he was often surrounded by girls. Toranori Oikawa leaned back in his chair and answered their questions as usual.

Perhaps it was because he had recently passed the adjustment period of the new school and new classes, but there were a lot of people at noon today. There was even a girl whose upper body was lying on his table, and the people behind her were starting to squeeze in.

Although he didn't mind girls admiring him, it didn't mean he liked to be surrounded by a group of people.

When Toru Oikawa awkwardly thought about how to persuade these people to move aside, he was interrupted by a voice in front of him.

"Move aside, you guys are so noisy."

The voice wasn't loud, but because it was close, everyone in the circle heard it. The girl in front was still wondering who was so blind, but when the girl turned around, she saw Shiki-si, who was a head shorter than her, stand up from her seat and walk away without looking at them.

The girls here were still chattering about a common enemy, thinking that this invisible person didn't know what was good for her. Toranori Oikawa, who was surrounded, stared at Shiki-si's back with wide eyes, extremely surprised.

— — She, she spoke!

After lunch break, Toru Oikawa was thinking about what Shiki-si said in the afternoon. Even during class, he absent-mindedly played with her hair. Suddenly, he really wanted to hear if his classmate could say a few words to him.

Thinking back, her voice was really nice, but it was a little hoarse, and he could hear the end of it.

It was a little … a little coquettish.

But when he thought about Shiki-si's height, it seemed to be quite suitable for her.

When he thought about it, he realized that Shiki-si's uniform seemed to be a little too big. The skirt was fine, but the top seemed to be a lot bigger. It was loose, and even the sleeves were long enough to reach her fingers.

Sometimes, when he looked at Shiki-si's small fingers hanging by her side, he had the urge to go up and pinch them.

When Gamma Iwakizumi finished her work, she patted Toru Oikawa's back. "What's wrong with you recently?"

"Ah?

What's wrong with me recently? "

"I feel like something's wrong with you."

"No, right?"

When he heard this, Toru Oikawa was a little surprised. He lowered his head and started counting with his fingers. "There's no problem with running training, passing, and serving. By the way, Ima-chan, my serve is especially cool recently. You — Pfft —"

Before Toru Oikawa could finish his sentence, Gamma Iwakizumi stopped him. Gamma Iwakizumi didn't dwell on this matter. She just said that he shouldn't be distracted in the future.

"I'm not distracted!"

"You've been practicing too much. You've already scared the seniors."

"Sure enough, Ima-chan is praising me. Well, don't be embarrassed."

"Those who don't have self-awareness should go to hell."

In Toru Oikawa's days, he was still pursued by the girls in school. He still played volleyball without any distractions, and then won practice matches against other schools one by one.

Although overall, his days were pretty good, the only thing that made him feel a little frustrated was the fact that the person sitting in front of him didn't talk or draw.

Sometimes, he wondered if he should take the initiative to approach her.

But Toru Oikawa, who had always been successful among the girls, suddenly had a premonition that he would be ignored …

He was a little angry at himself for denying himself, so in the last class in the afternoon, he leaned on the table and reached out a finger to play with Shi-si's long black hair. Suddenly, he seemed to see something.

In an instant, Toru Oikawa's attention was attracted. He saw a wet thing hidden in Shi-si's hair. Out of kindness to the person sitting in front of him, he reached out to pick it out.

But as soon as he touched it, it suddenly curled around his finger, so — —

In the last class, when everyone was sleepy, Toru Oikawa stood up from his seat and shouted. The small tentacle that was curled around his hair and his finger also stood up with Shi-si.

The two people who were kicked out by the teacher as punishment leaned against the wall alone. It was rare for Toru Oikawa to see the other person's square face, but he didn't immediately ask what it was. Instead, he used his height to quietly look at the other person's face.

Her eyelashes were very long. If they were a little longer, they would be able to sweep across her lens.

Ah, it's really white. The collar is so big that I can even see the depth of her neck.

He wanted to continue watching, but the first thing he saw was Shang Si looking up at him. Suddenly, he felt a little guilty as if he had been caught red-handed.

In order to soothe his guilty conscience, Ji Chuan Che was the first to speak.

"Shi-san, I felt in your hair — —"

"It's my tentacle."

"Huh?"

He was a little surprised that Shi-si really talked to him. Her voice was a little sticky, like a small rice cake.

In the end, before he could even react to what the other party was saying, he felt a cold sensation on his finger. A slippery tentacle reached out from ShiSi's hair and curled around his finger.