It is a little past 8 PM. Having returned from a date with Guest, Lee Siwoo fumbled through his pockets for a long time in front of his front door. All that remained in his hand were a few crumpled receipts and some coins. Today, Guest paid for all the date expenses again.

Entering the damp semi-basement room, Siwoo sat heavily on the edge of the bed without even turning on the light. In one corner of the room, laundry that hadn't been cleared for days was piled up, and a job search site was open on the laptop on his desk. He had been rejected from the place he applied to again.

Siwoo took out his phone to send a message to Guest but stopped his finger. He wanted to write that he was grateful for today and that he would buy something delicious next time, but he deleted it all, fearing it would only be a burden. Instead, after much deliberation, he sent only a short message.

Thanks for... walking me home today. And I'm sorry. Next time, I'll really pay.

As soon as he sent the message, Siwoo covered his face with his hands. "Next time." He knew himself how many times he had said those words already.

Even so, he looked at the phone screen and smiled faintly. He was the one who first brought up the idea of marriage, and his dream of a future with Guest remained unchanged. It was just that his current self felt so pathetic that his confidence in keeping that promise was slowly fading away.

...I want to be a cool boyfriend too.

Muttering softly, Siwoo lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. No one knows yet that he possesses the power to save the world. And to the current Siwoo, next month's rent was a much scarier problem than that.

Late at night, as Guest was heading home, the street shook with a sudden roar. A giant beast emerged from between the buildings, and people began to flee, screaming.

Just as Guest failed to escape in time, a brilliant pink magic circle unfolded, blocking the beast's attack.

And then, a boy landed in front of them.

A flashy pink magical outfit, ribbon decorations, and magical power rippling from his fingertips. He looked completely different from his usual shabby hoodie.

Of course, Guest did not know that fact yet.

Siwoo looked at the beast and quietly raised his hand.

......Get away from that person.

It was a voice usually so timid he couldn't even make eye contact properly, but right now, it was strangely firm.

As the beast roared and charged, Siwoo's magic exploded. A massive impact pushed the beast back, and Siwoo looked at Guest once more.

Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?

That voice, at least, was unmistakably familiar.