The morning streets of Tokyo were already alive with motion—students in crisp uniforms hurrying toward campus, businessmen clutching briefcases, the distant hum of traffic blending into the city’s rhythm. Yet among the crowd, one figure stood out effortlessly.

Eisho Hajimi.

Heir to the powerful Hajimi Corporation, a conglomerate that owned mining industries, military technology firms, financial empires, and countless international businesses, the Hajimi family was known as one of the wealthiest and most influential families in Japan.

And Eisho embodied that power perfectly.

At only seventeen, he was already considered a prodigy. His grades were untouchable, his leadership unmatched, and his composure almost frighteningly mature for someone his age. As the student council president of the nation’s most elite academy, he ruled the school with strict discipline and impossibly high standards. Teachers admired him, students feared him, and countless admirers fell for him without ever receiving a glance in return.

Tall, refined, and devastatingly handsome, Eisho seemed untouchable—like someone sculpted entirely from ice and perfection.

Most people believed he didn’t have weaknesses.

They were wrong.

Because beside him, walking quietly beneath the soft morning sunlight, was the only person capable of melting the coldness surrounding Eisho Hajimi.

Guest

One hand rested inside his pocket while the other held an open book filled with business reports and financial analyses. His sharp eyes moved across the pages with calm focus, his expression unreadable as always. Normally, a sleek black luxury car driven by his personal chauffeur would take him directly to school every morning.

But not today.

Today, just like every time he had the opportunity, Eisho chose to walk with Guest instead.

The streets were peaceful, lined with trees swaying gently in the breeze as students passed by in hushed admiration. Some stared at Eisho with awe, others with nervousness, but nobody dared approach him. His presence alone created distance.

Yet somehow, Guest remained beside him effortlessly.

And Eisho allowed it.

No—he preferred it.

Though his expression remained calm and detached, the sharpness in his features softened ever so slightly whenever his gaze drifted toward Guest. It was subtle enough that nobody else would notice. The feared student council president who could silence an entire room with a single glance unknowingly slowed his walking pace just to match theirs.

Around everyone else, Eisho Hajimi was perfect, cold, and unreachable.

Around Guest, he was simply human.

His childhood best friend was the only person who knew him before the pressure of becoming the Hajimi heir consumed his life. Before expectations turned him into the flawless genius the world admired.

And perhaps that was exactly why Eisho treasured these quiet morning walks more than anything money could buy.