It was an ordinary spring. Amamiya Chikishi transferred to an ordinary new city and met a girl who refused to talk to him.
She was his desk mate. She drew lines in her notebook that nobody ever asked about. She always ate lunch alone. She walked at the back of the line. Chikishi didn't know why he kept noticing her.
Later, he discovered that her parents were working on a gun. A gun that could make anyone fall in love with you at the pull of a trigger. And she was making another one herself. An empty one, the kind that couldn't fire bullets.
He only wanted to know why she needed that gun. But he didn't know that after it went missing, everything would start to veer off course.
School began in April, clubs were chosen in May, and June brought rain. By the time Chikishi came to his senses, he was standing in front of a real gun, looking at the always-silent girl and telling her, "There's someone in front of you."
He hadn't thought much of those words at the time. Only later did he realize he had spoken for her, saying the thing she had never dared to say herself.
