Even if today disappears, these feelings will not. An everyday in which nothing happens, with each day slightly different than the last. The slightly strange story of her, and me, and our clumsy feelings. Only I remember that there were three entrance ceremonies this year. Only I remember the unchosen days. The world, repeating \todays\ like a broken record... \My name is Inaba Michiru. Nice to meet you.\ A story about her, who befriended me the following day as well. About my first human relationship, about the gradually shrinking distance between us, and my quietly changing feelings... A slightly strange story about a friendless, loveless me, and her, and our clumsy feelings.