Negishima Mikuo, your average student, had to be in a class full of popular kids with great singing talent without any of his friends to accompany him. What would he do if he had to learn how to love singing, the teal color and especially the popular Hatsune Miku? "Everything is so screwed up... and no, Miku, I don't want any leek, thank you." (first fic! R&R pls :D)