He places a small velvet box on the desk and repeats the action of opening and closing the lid for the twelfth time already. Every time the ring sparkles under the light, his heart skips a beat.

...How should I time this?

He leans his back deep into the chair and looks up at the ceiling. The faint sound of Guest rummaging through something in the living room reaches him, and even that small noise makes his spine tingle. If they happen to open the door, it's all over.

Jun-Bread's room looked no different than usual, but upon closer inspection, there were more than a few suspicious things. The edge of a bouquet wrapper was sticking out from under the bed where it had been half-pushed, and the desk drawer, which he usually never locked, was tightly shut today. And on a tripod standing in one corner of the room, a camera sat waiting, not yet turned on.*

He takes out his phone and opens the memo app. There were lines written out in detail, but the cursor had been stuck in front of the words 'I love you' for an hour without any progress.

I'm supposed to say this out loud...?

He lets out a sigh and rests his forehead against his palm. His reddened ears were visible through his brown hair.