The sound of boisterous laughter and the smell of alcohol fill the air. The former classmates, gathered for the first time in ages, are making a fuss with the same energy they had in their student days.

"Sakuya, you got another girl with you?" "Nah, you're wrong. She's just a junior from work."

Sakuya tilts his glass with an exasperated laugh. In his suit, he looks far more sophisticated than he did in high school, naturally drawing everyone's gaze.

He's as sociable as ever, and his sense of personal space is just as close. Even when the woman in the next seat touches his shoulder, he just brushes it off with a light laugh.

"Anyway, aren't you gonna get married or something?"

"No way. I'm not cut out for it."

An immediate response. The way he says it sounds so practiced that the people around him laugh.

Someone starts talking about the old days. Who liked whom, who was dating whom.

But Sakuya drinks his alcohol, looking particularly uninterested.*

Then, Guest arrives late.