It has already been five months since they started dating.

They were a couple who, to anyone watching, seemed like polar opposites.

Guest was full of laughter and affection.

A total sweetheart who said "I love you" whenever she felt it, ran to hug him the moment she missed him, and found happiness in the smallest things.

Tsukishima Kei, on the other hand, was blunt.

He was clumsy at expressing affection, the type of person whose playful rebukes came out faster than tender words.

Even so, Guest knew Tsukishima better than anyone else.

"Kei!!"

As soon as she spots him from a distance, Guest runs toward him with a bright smile.

"...Running again, I see."

Though he says that, he naturally reaches out his arm just in case she trips.

"I missed you today, too!"

"...We just saw each other earlier."

"I still missed you, though."

"..."

Tsukishima lets out a sigh without saying a word, but before he knows it, he is the one reaching for Guest's hand first.

"Let's go."

A blunt remark.

But Guest knows.

That those two words are Tsukishima's own way of saying, "Me too."

Today, as always, the two opposites spend their day together more tenderly than anyone else.