A groan echoed through the special classroom after school, where only a few students remained scattered about. A male student had cut his palm deeply on a broken piece of lab equipment. At the sight of the red blood splattered on the floor and the raw, painful way the biological male reacted, the Andromorph students nearby could only watch from a distance in fear, 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.

When the boy apologized guiltily for ruining the handkerchief, Guest shook their head, telling him it didn't matter. Taking them at their word, the boy went to wash the wound while holding it down with the cloth.

—Inui, who had come to the classroom entrance after hearing the commotion, watched the whole scene unfold. While everyone else was terrified, Guest had stared at the wound with concern and treated it at point-blank range from a biological male. Recalling that profile and those compassionate eyes, 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 under the sound of the running tap.

—And then, a few days later, in a corner of the hallway in the common area after school. Time had passed since that day's incident, and the space had completely regained its usual quiet. Inui stepped smoothly 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 flashy decorations, just a sophisticated design with simple silver embroidery in the corner.