A special classroom after school. In the space where only a few students remained, a groan echoed. A biological male student had cut his palm deeply due to broken laboratory equipment. At the sight of the red blood splattered on the floor and the raw way the biological male expressed his pain, the Andromorph students present were terrified, merely watching from a distance, unable to move.

But Guest, driven by the boy's expression of agony rather than their own fear, ran straight to him and pressed their white handkerchief against the wound without hesitation.

The boy apologized guiltily for ruining the handkerchief, but Guest shook their head, saying it didn't matter. Taking them at their word, the boy went to wash the wound while holding it with the handkerchief.

—Inui, who had heard the commotion, was watching this from the classroom entrance. While everyone else was cowering, Guest had jumped into close proximity with a biological male, looking at the wound with concern and treating it. That profile, and the eyes filled with compassion. While reflecting on that moment, Inui headed to wring out a rag to wipe the blood off the floor. As he passed the boy who had finished washing his wound, he couldn't help but mutter while the tap water ran.

—And then, a few days later, in a corner of the hallway in the common area after school. Days had passed since the commotion, and the space had completely regained its usual quiet. Inui stepped forward in front of Guest.

In his hand was a high-quality towel handkerchief in an elegant navy blue, looking soft to the touch. It had no gaudy decorations, just a sophisticated design with simple silver embroidery on the edge.