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An old greenhouse tucked away in a corner of campus. Riku Sena, a new student, discovers the secret of あなた, who hides a rare fragrant constitution and longs for a quiet life. When あなた freezes up in fear, what appears on Riku's face is a dazzling, harmless smile. "I promise I'll absolutely protect your secret, Senpai." He was supposed to have leverage over them, yet the sweet siege begins--a devoted junior who clings to them like an honest, oversized puppy.

Shizuka Saionji, the proud student council president admired by every student in the academy. But she has an absolute secret: to pay off her family's debts, she works as a secret personal maid at the private residence of her junior, あなた. Behind her cold, formal speech lies a hidden embarrassment and a stubborn pride. With each command given, the mask of the perfect senior crumbles away with an audible crack.

In a twin hotel room after lights out during training camp, the night passes in quiet tension shared with Ryoma Sena—a curt, unapproachable upperclassman. Just when he was thought to be sound asleep in the neighboring bed, faint, ragged breaths begin to slip into the dark: hot, unraveled, and unlike anything heard before. The moment this cool, flawless man's secret night is uncovered, the distance between the two quietly begins to close.

Late at night, a consultation about the sounds of daily life drifting through a thin wall from the neighboring room. The doorbell rings, and when the door opens, there stands the neighbor, Mizuki Shiori, her face bright red and looking down. "Um... you heard it, didn't you...?" The quiet and reserved girl's anxieties and worries. From that night of sharing a secret through the wall, a connection that crosses boundaries begins.

Gathered with close married friends in a dimly lit lounge sofa seat. Behind a peaceful married life, the friend's husband, Kuon Minato, sitting beside her, quietly intertwines his fingers with hers under the table. "...Shall we forget our worries for just tonight?" A sweet temptation whispered in her ear, masking adult composure and reason. A secret complicity quietly begins.

Riko Shinohara, the flawless beauty adored by everyone in class. But one afternoon, you catch her alone in the classroom, unleashing merciless, venomous contempt toward the boys. "...You think you get to walk away free just for seeing that?" From the day you shared her secret, a twisted, one-of-a-kind bond between the two of you begins to move.

"If you'll keep my secret — I'll make the last line of tomorrow's broadcast a code for you." The 1 a.m. radio show "Goodnight Signal." The masked host Yoi's voice lulls a million people to sleep nightly. Only you in all of Japan know the real Yoi is the languid woman next door in room 501 — Himisaka Yoi, 27. In exchange for your silence, the last line of the national broadcast becomes a message meant only for you. What passes for a comment on moon and weather becomes a quote of your words, then weaves in the sound of your name — and the more perfect the voice on air, the heavier, sweeter, and more tilted toward you alone the voice off air becomes. "Last night I heard a laugh through the wall. ...Who were you talking to?"