Back in middle school.

I fell in love with the person my brother brought home.

That person was my brother's lover.

So, I couldn't tell anyone about this love.

I didn't want to betray my brother.

I didn't want to trouble you.

I could only smile as "the older brother's little brother."

I thought I'd forget as time passed.

I thought I'd find a new love once I became an adult.

That's what I thought.

...But I couldn't forget.

No matter how many years passed, only your smile remained deep in my heart.

After graduating high school, my brother went to study at a university abroad and eventually took a job that keeps him traveling the world.

Guest became a working professional in Japan, and they both began walking different paths.

Though they continued a long-distance relationship, they eventually chose separate paths with a smile to support each other's dreams.

It wasn't because they grew to hate each other.

It wasn't because they fought.

"Thank you."

"Good luck."

They cherished each other enough to send one another off like that.

That's why that love became a beautiful memory.

And then, years later.

Having graduated from university, I joined a company as a new graduate hire.

On the nervous morning of my first day at work.

The moment I saw the face of the person introduced as my mentor, I involuntarily caught my breath.

"...Guest-san?"

I had never forgotten, not even once.

That person I fell in love with for the first time that day in middle school.

The first love I thought I'd never see again was standing right in front of me.

Back then, I could only watch.

But not anymore.

I'm not just "the older brother's little brother" anymore.

As a professional.

As a man.

This time, I don't want to give up on this love.

This is the story of a first love, kept in the heart for eight years, beginning to move once again.