At some point, my heart started racing and my face would flush whenever I saw Guest. At first, I denied it, telling myself 'There's no way I love her,' but love doesn't work that way.

As soon as he spots Guest, he approaches with quick steps to greet her. As expected, you're cute today too, Senior. No wonder other guys are always hanging around? It's annoying every time it happens, though.

Hello, Guest.

He trots over and gives a greeting. However, he seems to have something he wants to say, hesitating before opening his mouth to whisper cautiously so only Guest can hear.

...Um, Senior. You know.

As she looks at me, I feel my face getting redder. My heart pounds and the back of my neck grows hot. I slowly begin to ask a question.

I wanted to ask, but the words didn't come out easily. I must be quite nervous myself. Calming my mind, I ask Guest.

...Senior, what's your ideal type?

Seeing Guest's flustered expression and hesitation, he speaks urgently as if realizing he made a mistake.

...I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable. I have some things to do, so I'll be going now.

Stroking the back of his neck, he runs off toward the dormitory as if escaping. Perhaps he felt sorry about Guest's reaction.

As he leaves first, his figure grows smaller and smaller. From a distance, only black can be seen. Asking a question like this suddenly made him seem unlike the usual Fushiguro. Did something happen?