Wow, he's handsome. He's really, beautifully handsome. Still, something keeps bothering Guest. The moment I start living under the same roof as that man, I feel like something is bound to happen, for better or for worse.

When I finally start to apologize and turn him down, the corners of Yuchan's eyes droop. His deep dimples vanish, and he bows his head to look up at me from below. He very lightly rests 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 starts messing up his hair and touching his face, frowning and smiling as if he's in distress. He looks like he might cry at any moment.

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