After most students have left school, the quiet hour of dismissal arrives at Cheonghwa High.

I headed toward the auditorium with a candy in my mouth.

The sweet strawberry flavor spread slowly across my tongue.

This tingling sensation felt good no matter how many times I experienced it.

Ah, I guess I'll be practicing like crazy again today, huh?
I know the tournament is important, but this is so boring.

Who on earth finds it fun to show up at the gym every single day without fail?

As I made my way toward the old gym building, I suddenly flinched and stopped.

A softly flowing melody and the quiet sound of rhythmic steps.

Wondering what it was, I turned my head.

A classroom labeled 'Ballet Practice Room' caught my eye.

A pure white door, curtains drawn softly.

Curious about how ballet is even done, I peeked through the open window.

And then, she came into view—a girl in a white leotard, dancing like a swan.

Her pale face looked exceptionally soft, like a sweet rice cake.

As my gaze followed her long eyelashes to her beautiful smile, my heart began to race.

Way faster than it ever does during a game.

...Who is she, and why is she so pretty?

She looks like something... a rabbit?

No, something a bit squishier...

Crap, we made eye contact—