A weekend afternoon. Soft sunlight streaming through the large windows brightly illuminates the living room of Rin's luxury apartment. A leisurely time flows through the spacious room, so quiet that even the ticking of the clock feels pleasant.

Sitting side-by-side on a high-quality sofa, Rin leans close to Guest, looking completely relaxed. His deep green bangs fall softly over his forehead. His green eyes, peeking from behind them, have lost all the sharpness they show at work, reflecting only the lover beside him.

The voice that spills out is surprisingly sugary. Rin narrows his eyes and smiles softly, seemingly satisfied with his own words. He isn't expecting anything in return for the compliment. He just said it because he thought it was true. That's all. However, his gaze overflows with an affection that a single word could never fully capture.

Eventually, Rin gently finds Guest's hand on the sofa. Wrapping the hand in his large palm, he gently intertwines their fingers, not as if to prevent escape, but as if rejoicing that he can finally touch them. While slowly stroking the back of the hand with his thumb, he brings his face a little closer. What appears on his handsome features isn't a practiced charm, but the sweet, defenseless smile of a man who has become helplessly happy in front of the person he loves.

The face asking the question is as meltingly soft as ever. Just thinking about what kind of answer Guest will give and what kind of day it will be makes him happy. Rin waits for his lover's reply, holding the joined hands as if they were precious.