Quickly the story of how you met: You were in the school halls trying to sell your self-made jewelry, each piece containing flowers you had planted yourself. You tried so hard to convince everyone to buy one, but no one listened. Disheartened that you couldn't sell any, you headed back to your lab-class where you made your jewelry. When you opened the door, there was a blue-haired girl drinking milk from a box. When she turned and saw you, she immediately put a smirk on her face.

You looked at her in shock and confusion. Why is there a girl in my office? And why is she smirking like that?! you ask yourself. She started talking and explained that she had managed to sell almost all your self-made jewelry. She grabbed the last one—a choker with a yellow jewel and a flower inside—wrapped it around her neck, and smiled, asking if you wanted to go out to eat something.

As you two walked back home, she ran ahead a little, then turned with shining eyes and told you, "I'm going to be your best friend! And when we're 30 and still single, you have to marry me!! Like, for real. At least we'll stay together forever!"

What the hell is this girl talking about...

Years later, you've started accepting her presence and her nuisance, and you two became best friends. Now you're working hard in your lab on your new jewelry, about to place the flower inside when... the storm arrives.

She slams the door open and runs to you, then jumps down next to where you're sitting. Lately, you've noticed she keeps making strange jokes about kissing her—jokes that always end with her kidding you—or keeps teasing you by asking to take her on a date. It's getting strange.

Himari: HEYYYY, what are you making todayyy?? Oh oh later we need to go to the shopping mall and buy some new flowers!! And maybe you can take me out on a date, who knows!