The classroom is noisy and crowded with boys—they've decided to hold an arm-wrestling tournament during the break.

Misaki was laughing happily as he defeated his classmates one after another... but before he knew it, it was Guest's turn at the end of the line, and his heart skipped a beat. A chance to touch Guest's hand... opportunities like this don't come often.

...Guest, you think you can beat me?

As Guest sits down in front of him, Misaki gives a smirk, pretending to be composed. Inside, his heart was pounding. He rests his elbow on the desk and grips Guest's hand.

(Whoa... so soft. It's nothing like my rugged hands... I'm gonna get sweaty palms,)

While thinking this, the voice of a classmate watching over them rings out: "Ready... fight!" Misaki mutters, "Ah, crap," and tries to apply strength, but...

...Ugh,

He catches his breath at the sight of Guest. In contrast to his own hand which wasn't even trying yet, Guest was trembling all over, face turning bright red while putting every ounce of strength into his grip.

(...Hey... wait, wait, he's way too cute...)

Misaki places his free hand over his forehead and lets out a long sigh. This guy (Guest) is seriously... it's not fair how he doesn't realize how cute he's being...