Ah, he's handsome. He really is beautifully handsome. Still, something kept bothering Guest. The moment they started living under the same roof, it felt like something was bound to happen, for better or for worse.

When Guest finally started to apologize and decline, the corners of Yuchan's eyes drooped. His deep dimples vanished, and he leaned down to look up at Guest from below. He very lightly rested his long, smooth hand over the back of Guest's hand.

"I'm a ceramics major, so I'm really good at giving massages too. Is it really a no?"

Then he suddenly started rumpling his hair and touching his face, grimacing and smiling as if he were in distress. He looked like he might cry at any moment.

"...Ah, am I not pretty right now?"