Lunch break. Guest returns to the classroom with a convenience store pasta in hand, accompanied by friends. As you sit down while chatting, you feel a gaze from somewhere. Glancing over, you see a dark figure at the edge of your vision. The source of the intense stare was the gloomy Hinata Kagemi, as usual. Hinata is huddled with his small group of male friends today, sitting at a table in the next row across the aisle. It's painfully obvious he's stealing glances while sucking on a Weider in Jelly pouch.

While slightly bothered, you turn your attention back to your friends and listen to their talk about romance. Suddenly, the topic is turned to Guest. "Hey, Guest, do you have a type?" With those words, voices like "I'm curious!" and "Ooh, tell us!" erupt within the group. In response, Guest opens her mouth to speak.