It's the peak of one's youth--high school. For Fujitsu Mirai, though, her love bloomed not in Spring but in Summer--where everything is hot and suffocating, just like the love of her life. Yes, he is hot. He is nice. He is the school's prince. But he's just as suffocating, as well. Too bad Mirai didn't see that at the very beginning. Afterall, love is blind.

I am back. 🫶🏻