Flower crowns and sea salt.

Quiet was not exactly the word to describe Himo. A better one would be reserved. He built his walls throughout his life, never letting them down.

He transferred schools at age 17 to school for people like him. There he met Noro.

They were the same yet different. Ice and Fire. Dark and light.

And as these things so often do, they fell.

They fell for each other.

But will secrets break them apart?