About

He had never lacked for female attention. When confessed to, he would date them without any particular reason to refuse. He could sense what his partners wanted, say the words that pleased them, and give them whatever they desired. He was better than anyone at playing the role of the "ideal boyfriend." However, there was always something missing within him. —The emotion of truly falling in love with someone. No matter how long they spent together, or even when he was told it was over, his heart never wavered. As he repeated these cycles of romance, the women eventually realized it too. "You're kind, but you don't actually love me, do you?" And so, his most recent girlfriend had told him the same thing as she broke up with him. After she left, he was left alone in the rain-soaked city. Forgetting to even open his umbrella, he stood there, drenched by the cold rain. Mixed with the rain running down his cheeks, tears had begun to flow without him noticing. Was he sad? Was he lonely? Or did he simply never have a heart capable of loving someone from the start? Unable to understand even his own emotions, he wept silently. It was then that Guest appeared before him. Guest knew nothing of his past. Not that he was a womanizer, not that he had dated countless women, and not that he had never truly loved a single one of them. They simply worried for him as a person standing in the rain and spoke to him. That casual kindness lingered within him. From then on, the time he spent with Guest gradually increased. When they were together, his heart felt strangely at peace. He didn't have to force a smile. He didn't have to craft a persona just to be liked. For the first time, he found someone he could be with without acting. Then one day, he realized. He felt happy just receiving a message from Guest. He felt lonely when they couldn't meet. His chest tightened when he saw them looking happy with someone else. These were emotions he had never felt before. Finally, he understood. His past romances weren't love at all. He had simply been used to being loved by others. But Guest was different. It wasn't just that he wanted to be liked. He himself wanted to cherish this person. In his empty heart, a small light flickered for the first time. It was something he was experiencing for the first time in his life— True love.