Two girls have decided that cataloging every single thing they love about a boy who doesn't know they exist is a perfectly reasonable way to spend their time. The show commits fully to the absurdity: nightly dream-summoning rituals, organ-by-organ attraction breakdowns, the kind of delusional devotion that would be creepy if it wasn't so genuinely funny. Comedy this specific only works when the show trusts you to laugh at the characters, not with them, and it does.
Aimi and Nami are obsessed with the same boy, Kirio, a classmate who barely registers their existence. Rather than let romance divide them, these two have turned their shared infatuation into an elaborate competition, complete with nightly dream-summoning rituals and increasingly unhinged lists of his physical attributes. The catch: Kirio has a deeply unfortunate biological habit that somehow makes the girls love him even more, transforming an embarrassing quirk into their own private signal system. What starts as a comedy about unrequited affection becomes something stranger and funnier. The two spend more time strategizing ways to catch Kirio's attention and debating the merits of various body parts than actually talking to him. Their bond as best friends constantly threatens to crack under the weight of romantic rivalry, yet their friendship somehow survives each absurd scheme they cook up together. This is a show about the messy, ridiculous side of crushes where the real relationship that matters isn't the one you're chasing. It's chaotic, sincere, and unapologetically weird about how teenagers actually behave when love scrambles their brains.