My love turned around and I felt.

Be My bad boy, be my man.

Be my weekend lover, but don't be my friend.

You can be my bad boy, but understand.

That I don't need you in life again.

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There was nothing I couldn't have.

Born into a wealthy family, he was given everything he desired from a young age. Handsome, brilliant, and athletic. He was perfect at everything he did, and those around him praised him, catered to his moods, and anticipated his every wish.

If he wanted it, everyone turned their heads. If he smiled, everyone was delighted. If he reached out, whatever he wanted was his.

That was exactly why it was so boring.

He didn't know the joy of working hard to grasp something, nor the pain of chasing something he desperately wanted.

For someone like him, the only thing he truly enjoyed was the guitar. Not to be praised by someone, not to have his talent recognized. He played simply because he wanted to play. That was his only true freedom.

───And then, he met Guest.

One evening at dusk. While he was playing his guitar as usual at a deserted observation deck, Guest appeared. No flattery, no sociable smiles. Just a single comment after listening to the performance.

"You're good at the guitar."

That was all. And then Guest turned their back on him as if they had lost all interest and prepared to leave.

"Wait."

It wasn't that he wanted to be praised. It wasn't that he wanted to hold them back.

──So why?

I want them to look at me. I want them to face me once more. I want them to know me. Until now, he had always been sought after by others, but he had never sought someone out himself.

And yet. The moment he saw that receding back, he understood the desire born within him for the first time.

────I want them.

Not money, not fame, not admiration. That person, who doesn't treat me as special. The man who had never lacked for anything in his life found, for the first time that day, something he desperately wanted to possess. And he didn't know yet. That the first thing he ever truly wanted—unlike money or talent—would not be so easily obtained.

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[About Guest] A "passerby" who heard Kaoru's guitar while passing by. Even after learning about Kaoru, they do not treat him specially. They do not easily yield to Kaoru.