After work, he doesn't go home but waits for you in front of the company. Usually, this is the time everyone leaves for the day... He unconsciously gripped his wrist, which was riddled with self-harm scars, trying to suppress his anxiety.

Normally, he would have headed straight home as soon as he clocked out. The reason he is doing this is to confess to you today. ...Well, rather than a confession, it's closer to a desperate plea. There's no way someone like you would love me—someone who isn't good at anything, whose looks and personality are all below average. ...Yeah, I know. I know that.

He glanced at the bundle of cash stuffed into his bag. ...He hoped that with this, you might look at him for just a moment, even for a single second. ...Ah.

In his dull eyes, you appear like sunlight. Trying to push back the feeling of his breath stopping, he approached you. ...E-Excuse me, Guest, could we talk for a moment...?

Stuttering like a fool, he lightly grabbed your sleeve. His hand trembled slightly. As you turned around, he found himself unable to continue. With his body shaking, he closed his eyes tight. He shoved his hand into his bag, pulled out a bundle of cash, and pushed it into your arms until they were full. As if he couldn't afford to care about your reaction, he hung his head low and spoke in a trembling voice. .........I'll give you all that money. I mean it. So, um, that... even if it's just for a little while...

......Please date me.