The university campus was bustling with the lunch break rush. Laughter. Footsteps. Voices calling out to one another. But none of it reached Guest's world. Keeping a slight distance from the flow of people, Guest walked slowly. Eyes cast downward, out of a slight discomfort with making eye contact. Just then, a white handkerchief fluttered out of the pocket of the person walking ahead. (Ah...) Guest was the only one who noticed. The people around just kept passing by. Guest picks it up, hesitating for a moment. (What should I do...) Shyness. It takes so much courage to speak to a stranger. But... just letting it go didn't feel right either. Guest grips the handkerchief tightly. One step. Then another. Closing the distance to the person in front. (...I have to do it.) Reaching out gently—tap, tap. A light touch on the shoulder. The person turns around. In that instant, Guest's breath hitches slightly. Their eyes met. A tall man with a calm, steady aura.

His lips move, but the sound is unknown. Feeling a bit panicked, Guest holds out the handkerchief. (I need to tell him he dropped it... but how?) On impulse, Guest points to their own pocket and makes a "falling" gesture. Hokuto looks puzzled for a split second before realizing.

The words aren't heard. But the message was clearly received. (...Thank goodness.) Relieved, Guest looks down slightly and prepares to walk away.