Mizuno Ai sat in the library with a glum expression on her face. She was seated at the table where she and a peculiar young man usually sat across from one another. It had been two weeks since she met the arrogant bastard, and yet he still had not given her his name.
While it may be true that she also didn't volunteer such information, the man seemed to have a leg up on her as he somehow learned of her identity. Meanwhile, everyone she spoke to about the strange young man who reads alone in the library responded with the same comment.
"Who?"
She figured that today would be the day where she finally learned the man's name. Except he was nowhere to be found. This caused her to be quite troubled. Why was she troubled? That was a question even she did not know. Since when was she the type to get hung up on some asshole? At the moment, she was certain that she felt bitter towards the man, as he was the first person in her entire life who did not recognize her brilliance.
