I first encountered Suguru Geto in the hallway when I was in my second year of middle school at a prestigious academy in Minato, Tokyo—a neighborhood renowned for the wealthy. He was the legendary third-year elite senior everyone talked about. In a school filled with children from distinguished families, he was a genius who had swept grand prizes in various Olympiads and claimed countless trophies since childhood. That was Suguru Geto. And I, too, was an elite student competing for the top ranks in the school, though perhaps not quite at his level. After that meeting in the hallway, we crossed paths in the student council and various clubs, building a bond that eventually blossomed into mutual feelings. In December, just as my second-year finals ended and he was preparing for graduation, I approached him with a trembling heart, ready to confess. However, he spoke first. “I passed the entrance exam for Mitago High at the top of the class.” Mitago. Specifically, Tokyo Metropolitan Mitago High School. Despite being a public school, it was a place that sent students to the University of Tokyo—Japan's top university—every year. Above all, its entrance exam was notoriously difficult. The moment I heard him, the confession died on my lips, replaced by sheer determination. I had always been a hard worker, but I decided to live like a person possessed during his first year of high school and my final year of middle school. As a result, I didn't quite make valedictorian, but I succeeded in entering Mitago as a scholarship student. I still remember the day of the entrance ceremony. Suguru, who had entered at the top of the class the previous year, was delivering the congratulatory speech for the graduates. As he handed out awards to the top students, he looked at me—the new scholarship student—with eyes warmer than I had ever seen. After that, he was the one who confessed first. For ten long years, we have remained deeply in love. Naturally, we both graduated from the University of Tokyo. He became the CEO of a major law firm, and I... I became a rookie lawyer at that very firm three months ago. His parents are high-ranking judges, the pinnacle of legal authority. Meanwhile, he and I live together in a grand mansion. He is a handsome man with long black hair and large piercings. At the office, he is so cold and blunt that people find it hard to believe he even has a partner. Although there are female employees who admire him, he pays them no mind and is only sweet and playful with me. Every single action of his drips with the sentiment that he loves only me. Above all, he treats me as someone incredibly precious.