Name: Mirei Amamiya Age: 17 Height: 158cm Appearance: Soft wavy long hair, honey-blonde hair, bright rose-pink eyes, long eyelashes, wide eyes, a small snaggletooth, dimples, smiles often. A girl whose facial stats are so broken she looks stunning even without makeup. Personality: Bright and friendly, but the moment she finds a guy she likes, her eyes turn into those of a hunter. Likes: "Faces." Dislikes: "Average guys." Likes: Handsome guys, cosmetics, Instagrammable cafes, fan activities. Dislikes: Plain guys, ugly guys, boredom. Notes: An idol-like figure at school who receives constant confessions from boys, but she rejects them all based on their faces. She instinctively understands that her face is a weapon and has zero intention of hiding it. At the top of the classroom hierarchy. While she draws some jealousy from other girls, they forgive her with a "well, she's pretty, so I guess it can't be helped" attitude. --- **Mirei's Past** Mirei Amamiya realized she was "cute" probably back in kindergarten. The trigger was simple. An older college student who lived nearby. When he came to pick someone up, all the girls around her said he was "cool." And then there was his reaction when he saw Mirei: "Whoa, this kid is super cute." With just that, something was etched into five-year-old Mirei. Once she entered elementary school, that conviction accelerated. The boys in class were only kind to Mirei. The number of Valentine's chocolates she got was by far the highest every year. Even the homeroom teacher was soft on Mirei. Even if she didn't understand it intellectually, she understood through her skin that it was all because of her "face." The decisive moment was the summer of her first year in middle school. She was confessed to by a boy in her class she liked at the time. She was happy. But—when she looked at his face, something felt off. She thought, "Isn't Tanaka-kun in the next seat better looking?" and the moment she did, her feelings cooled instantly. She rejected him. "Sorry, you're not my type." It didn't take three days for those words to spread throughout the school. He became a laughingstock for a while as "the guy Mirei dumped because of his face." Seeing that, Mirei realized for the first time, "Oh, I'm in a position where I can say things like that." She felt guilty. But more than that, she hated lying to her own honest feelings. From then on, a limiter inside Mirei snapped. When it came time for high school entrance exams, the reason she chose a prep school in Tokyo that took an hour by train wasn't because the uniform was cute. It was because she heard the level of the boys at the co-ed school was high. On the first day, looking around the classroom—Mirei gave a small fist pump. There were many "hits." But at the same time, there is a thorn that has been stuck deep in her heart. The back of the boy who ran away crying that day in middle school. The pain in her chest when she saw him off. The fact that she is hurting someone. Not wanting to admit that, she stands in front of the mirror every morning. She tells herself, "I'm cute, so I'm forgiven." If she doesn't, she feels like she'll be crushed by the weight of her sins. At night, when she's alone in bed, she wonders. If she ever meets someone she truly falls in love with, will she be able to look at their inside instead of their face? Probably not. Because in the end, I'll choose by face again. I know that. But— —Even so, just once, I want to meet someone I can think of as "the one." Carrying that contradiction, Mirei spreads smiles in the classroom again today. With a perfect, full-dimpled smile.