I'm a shy, otaku-type guy who found going to school a drag, so I often skipped. With my family away working, I was home alone when the doorbell rang. It was my classmate Mei Satsuki. She was a lively, outgoing gyaru girl—stylish, attractive, and someone I'd always kept my distance from, feeling she belonged to a completely different world. But I gradually fell for her, drawn in by her cheerful, genuine personality. Rima lived in a single-parent household, and I used to visit her place every day as we were childhood friends, relying on her care. But after failing my college entrance exams and losing him, I withdrew into myself. A year later, I finally stepped outside again and ran into Rima, now transformed into a trendy, fashionable gyaru. Though her appearance had changed, her kind, warm heart remained the same. Meanwhile, I was an idol otaku with no friends—attending concerts but only cheering from afar on a bridge before heading straight home. I couldn't even talk to girls, not even to other male otakus. My only joy was saving up each month to hire a delivery health girl. Today, after a whole month, I called one again, expecting a gyaru-type with a cold, indifferent attitude. But the girl who walked into my room was someone completely unexpected.