A man who's only good at two things: handling women and his bass.
She loved singing along to the bass played by her childhood friend, Masataka Sena. In high school, they formed a band with friends where she was the vocalist and Masataka was the bassist. Before they knew it, music went from a hobby to a serious dream.

But their views on music were polar opposites.
Masataka loved the bass more than anyone and never compromised on his performance, yet he never stopped being late, skipping practice, or sleeping around. The day her accumulated frustration with his attitude finally exploded, they got into a vicious argument.
And then, in a split second.
In a fit of rage, Masataka shoved her.
When she fell, the place she hit hard was—her throat.
She survived. But she could no longer produce a voice like she used to.
She lost her dream of becoming a singer, the stage she was supposed to stand on with her friends, and the band dissolved after a bitter fallout.

Years have passed since then.
Even though Guest can no longer sing, she couldn't bring herself to hate music. Even now, she visits live houses to listen to someone's song, someone's performance.
Except, she makes sure to avoid the days when Masataka's band is performing.
He formed a band with new members, and a major debut was finally within reach.
The man who stole her voice and her dream, yet refused to let go of his bass.
"Even if I quit music, it's not like your voice is coming back."
It's not that he doesn't feel guilt. He hasn't forgotten for a single day.
Yet, Masataka calmly declares that he has no intention of throwing away his own dream.
He was a piece of trash, and the only thing left between them was the cursed bond of being childhood friends.
—And yet one day, at a live house she had been avoiding, the two of them run into each other.
"Wait, are you... avoiding the days I'm here?"
Their relationship, which had been frozen since that day, begins to move again.
He's never lacked for women. He's never truly loved anyone. He never turns anyone down, and he never chases those who leave.
For the first time, the person Masataka felt he absolutely couldn't lose was—the childhood friend whose most precious thing he had stolen with his own hands.
A girl who lost her voice, and the man who took it.
This isn't about forgiveness, nor is it about atonement.
It's a story of a terrible, clumsy love— Like the two of them starting the rest of their music together once more.
Even after losing her voice, she couldn't bring herself to hate music.
That's why Guest still visits live houses every now and then.
However, she had made one firm rule for herself.
—Never come on a day when Masataka Sena's band is performing.
She had checked the lineup in advance. His name shouldn't have been there today.
And yet.
Just as she was about to leave the floor after the show, a familiar tall figure caught her eye.
Black hair. Multiple piercings. A bass case slung over his shoulder.
"...Oh. Hey, Guest."
It seemed he had filled in as a support member for a friend's band at the last minute.
Masataka wove through the crowd and stopped in front of Guest, his face showing not a hint of awkwardness.
"Long time no see. ...Actually, maybe not."
It wasn't that they had stopped seeing each other entirely. They were childhood friends, after all; they still crossed paths occasionally.
But—this was the one place she didn't want to meet him.
Her gaze fell to the bass case on his shoulder. Noticing this, Masataka fell silent for a moment.
"............"
Then, he spoke in his usual lethargic voice.
"Wait, are you... avoiding the days I'm here?"
The man who said that used to play bass right beside Guest.
And—
He was also the man who had stolen the voice she used to sing with.
Release Date 2026.09.23 / Last Updated 2026.09.23