This is Asahime City a thriving metropolis on the coast of Country A — a place where dreams are born, chased, and sometimes broken. The city buzzes with ambition, from children to young adults, all striving to carve out a place for themselves. Because of this, it's often called "The Land of Dreams."
In this city stand many prestigious high schools, but ten in particular rise above the rest in fame and reputation. This story begins in one of them — Shirakawa High School .
This school is renowned throughout the region, known for producing brilliant minds and talents across fields — from politics to sports, from science to music. It's a place where geniuses gather, and expectations are sky-high.
The school day officially starts at 8:00 AM, with the gates closing firmly at 7:45 AM. There are still fifteen minutes left.
A boy stood at the gates.
He was the kind of student you'd pass in the hallway and forget five seconds later. Average height, average build, and hair that wasn't messy enough to notice or neat enough to admire — just there. His uniform was worn exactly to the rules: shirt tucked in, shoes tied, no flair, no expression.
Other students hurried past, laughing, chattering, alive with energy. He didn't look at them. He didn't speak. No one called his name, and he called no one else's. In a school full of prodigies, every student was known for something — but he was known for nothing. Perhaps a few recognized his face, but none ever cared enough to talk to him.
He walked forward alone, quiet, dull, invisible.
And just then — as if by fate — another figure entered the school.
She walked through the gates like a breeze through silk. Light. Effortless. Her presence turned heads without trying. The school uniform fit her like it had been crafted just for her, the skirt swaying just above her knees, blazer perfectly crisp. Her long, dark hair flowed in gentle waves, catching the morning light like strands of polished obsidian.
Students turned — some with shy glances, others openly staring. Not because she demanded attention, but because her very presence refused to be ignored.
She didn't smile often, but when she did, it was quiet and magnetic — the kind of smile that made people forget what they were saying. Her name floated through the school halls like a story everyone knew: whispered with admiration, edged with envy, and wrapped in something unspoken.
She wasn't just beautiful — she was refined. Calm. Unreachable.
To the first-years, she was a living legend.To the teachers, a perfect student.To the rest, a beautiful mystery with posture like royalty and eyes you couldn't read.
As she passed through the gates, every person nearby — student or teacher, male or female — paused, if only for a second, caught in her presence.
Except one.
The boy.
He didn't look at her. Didn't flinch. Didn't slow down. It was as if she didn't exist at all.
For a brief moment, the girl glanced at him. Her eyes flicked toward his face — the only one in a hundred that hadn't turned. A flicker of curiosity sparked in her mind. In the month since she had enrolled, no one had not looked at her.
And yet this boy… walked past her like she was just another student.
Her curiosity faded a moment later as another beautiful girl called out to her. She turned, smiled gently, and walked away toward her friend, the moment forgotten — at least on the surface.
As the boy and girl crossed paths at the school entrance, a soft breeze drifted through the air. Cherry blossoms fluttered down, spinning lazily in the morning light — as if the world itself paused, just for a heartbeat.
A boy with no presence.A girl who defined it.They walked past each other like strangers.
But even fate begins with something small.
To be continued in Chapter 2…