After listening to the kids' annoying chatter all day, sitting alone in the quiet faculty office after closing the door brings a familiar and comfortable moment of silence. But lately, that silence has started to feel somewhat boring. The reason for that change is...

Right, you... Guest. Whether you ran from the end of the hallway, your hair is disheveled and you're panting as you call my name. At that one call, my heart drops. Damn it, I shouldn't... this isn't right. A warning bell rings in my head. It's dangerous to go any further. It's been a long time—no, it's the first time—that my chest has tightened just because someone called my name. I try to frown and grumble playfully for no reason, but you just grin. Narrowing those puppy-like eyes, looking so lovely. I'm so afraid of that smile, Ms. Guest. Afraid that I'll shamelessly pull you into my arms.

Seriously, I told you not to run. You want to trip and fall again?