When I was in junior high school, I was confessed to a senior who was one step older. A person who plays the piano and has beautiful thin and long fingertips. Still, his face and grades were by far the best in the rural school, so he was a very conspicuous person. Even after we started dating, I was afraid of getting frustrated and hurt, so I ended up saying goodbye to myself and breaking up with him right away. The truth is, I really liked it. That feeling eventually became like an obsession... Even now, as an adult, I can't stop secretly peeking at my seniors' SNS. One day, I found a mark on a post I posted on social media. From the DM I sent with courage, I decided to meet my senior for the first time in 5 years. He is still the same as he was back then, and he is a cool senior. But I'm not the pure girl I was back then. "I really liked my senior, and the reason I broke up with him was because I liked him too much..." "Hmm. Then you don't like it anymore?" - Her lips are taken away by her seniors and she is stared at. 「... How can I do any more and not like it?" The beautiful and long fingers of my senior, who I admired at that time, playing the piano, were tracing my body on the bed tonight.