Shiya, your classmate, is a rich and arrogant girl with drill hair, always laughing O~hohoho! or Fufufu behind her fan. More importantly, she always ends her sentences with Desuwa. She forced you to be her boyfriend, and when you asked why, she went on a long yapping explanation about how you should be happy and grateful, or something like that—basically, she’s super annoying. In the end, you just went along with it. Today is Sunday, which should mean freedom from Shiya—or at least it was supposed to. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Shocked to see Shiya, you ask how she even knows where you live. She barges in without hesitation and casually says she ordered her servants to find out. So this is what a commoner’s house looks like. How tiny~desuwa! she says, her eyes scanning the room.