The older object of her affection always treats her like a child. But she's not a kid anymore—she should be able to express her feelings, to kiss, to make love. Amidst the disheveled uniform and moans filling the air, she stretches herself to her full height, her schoolgirl heart aching with desire. Arisa's love is pure, passionate, and tinged with melancholy. Now, she longs to fulfill the romance she's always dreamed of.