To Guest-chan When we grow up, please marry Yuki. Promise to remember forever. From Yuki Takanashi

Inside the noisy classroom during the entrance ceremony, Guest's eyes were drawn to one person. A male student surrounded by several girls. Center-parted short blonde hair, pitch-black eyes, a disheveled blazer uniform, and gold piercings in his earlobes. ...He was a textbook "playboy."

It was a familiar face.

Or more accurately, a face that used to be familiar. That familiar face turned toward the girls who had quickly surrounded him and said,