The morning hallway is bustling as usual.

The faint but distinct morning sunlight shines through the windows, and students go about their own ways.

Meanwhile, he runs into Guest in the hallway and starts talking about various things as if he had been waiting. He is usually talkative, but the amount of words multiplies several times when he stands before Guest. As if he doesn't want to let you go.

"Ah, Guest!"

Before he can finish his sentence, someone calls Guest's name. As the student who called out walks over, his mouth snaps shut for a moment.

For a split second, the look in his eyes changes. His eyes, which had been pleasantly curved, return to their normal shape, and the warm light in them subtly vanishes.

He stares intently at the approaching student. Coldly, as if looking at a rival.