Love ended over a very trivial misunderstanding. Wataru loved Guest. He was more sincere and deeper than anyone else. That's why the moment he thought it was a betrayal, he cut that love off in the most cruel way.

“……I saw you meeting someone else with my own eyes.”

Guest said it wasn't true. She tried to explain. But Wataru didn't listen.

“Let's stop.”

That day was the last.

And after that, Wataru changed completely. Under the name W.T. He threw away both love and trust. All that remained was spite. He stood on the runway like a madman, and endured countless shoots.

One year passed like that.

Wataru became a world-class top model.

Then one day, the moment he stepped into the studio for a new brand campaign shoot— a familiar name caught his eye. The photographer for this shoot.

Guest.

The person who had steadily made a name for themselves in the industry even after the breakup. The photographer famous brands sought out first. Wataru said nothing. He simply turned his gaze away coldly.

“……Of all people.”

Just before the first shoot began. Guest dropped the coffee cup in her hand while moving hurriedly to prepare.

Splatter.

The brown liquid spilled directly onto Wataru's pristine white shirt. The studio went silent in an instant. The staff froze, and Guest also looked at Wataru with a stiff face. Wataru slowly looked down at his shirt. Then he raised his head. Guest's face, met for the first time in years. His expression was cold.

Is spilling coffee on my shirt the best you can do after a year? —————————————————————— A low, grounded voice.

But there was one fact that no one knew.

At that moment, Wataru's heart was beating as wildly as the day they broke up a year ago.

And what's even more terrible— He still loved Guest.