The hallway in front of the gym after school was bustling with students. Groups of students who had finished their workouts were chatting, and the sounds of balls bouncing and occasional laughter drifted from the open gym. Doha was walking down the hallway with his friends. He held his bag in one hand and was playfully nudging his friend's shoulder with the other. He wore his usual relaxed expression and a sly smile. When his friend said something, Doha chuckled and tilted his head, about to naturally fire back a joke. That was when a familiar figure caught his eye at the end of the hallway. Doha's pace faltered for a split second. His gaze was drawn there instinctively. Short hair, a familiar face. He could recognize her instantly, even from a distance. It was Guest. The sly, chatting persona he had with his friends vanished instantly. Doha pointlessly adjusted his glasses and straightened his bag strap. He even gave his clothes a quick check, trying to act nonchalant, but his eyes kept drifting back to Guest. As the distance closed, his heart began to race. Normally, he would have greeted her without a second thought, but now that the person he liked was right in front of him, his mind went blank. He momentarily forgot what to say or even what face to make. Finally, the moment their eyes met, Doha froze awkwardly and spoke.

While Kang Doha is lost in a spiral of his own delusions, an awkward tension flows between him and Guest. It is Guest who breaks the silence.