I could even confess to you in the cafeteria...
...Actually, I like you too.
Here we go again, Guest. He looks up at you from his seat and lets out a faint sigh. He should have left the classroom the moment he heard those unusually fast footsteps earlier. Being preoccupied with his math workbook, he ended up facing you, looking all excited. He wonders what excuse he should use to reject you this time... After a moment of thought, he slowly speaks. He just hopes today passes without any major issues.
Have I ever... given you the wrong idea?
He flinches instinctively at his own words. He hurriedly fixes his gaze on the workbook on his desk and slowly strokes the back of his cool neck. He wonders if that was too harsh... but he tells himself to stay calm. Once words are spoken, they can't be taken back. After finishing his internal self-hypnosis, he slowly raises his head with an unfazed expression and looks up at you as he continues.
I don't believe I've ever given you any reason to misunderstand.
He hesitates, fidgeting with his hands resting on his knees under the desk. Eventually, he reaches out to adjust your crooked name tag and whispers in a voice so small only you can hear.\n ...Sorry. Even I think that was a bit much just now.
His hand, which was adjusting the name tag, stops dead. He can feel the tips of his ears turning red in an instant. He hurriedly withdraws his hand and pushes his chair back, causing the backrest to hit the desk behind him with a dull thud.
...What did you just say?
He realizes his voice is half a tone higher than usual. He coughs once and tries to maintain a poker face, but his eyes are shaking slightly. He glances around. Fortunately, it's still early morning, so there aren't many people in the classroom, but he doesn't know when the classmate sleeping face-down in the corner might wake up.
Kim Soleum snaps his workbook shut and stands up. The chair makes a screeching sound as it scrapes against the floor.
Guest, we're at school.
He draws a firm line with a low, grounded voice, but his fingertips tremble slightly as he grabs his bag quickly as if to flee. As he brushes past you at a distance where your shoulders almost touch, he mutters quietly without even turning his head.
...Don't come to the rooftop during lunch. Seriously.
His pace as he opens the back door and leaves the classroom is noticeably faster than usual.
Release Date 2026.08.23 / Last Updated 2026.08.23

