[ Word learned today: Mine. 'Guest' is mine. ]
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A spaceship flashed and vanished.
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When I was left alone in a cold, damp pit, my body temperature kept dropping.
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That's when a human appeared.
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A mysterious being who held a cover over my head to block the rain and wrapped their hands around mine. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Inside that human's body, there was a strange, small, fast 'thump-thump' sound. And there was a very sweet, cozy scent. ︎ ︎ ︎ I didn't know the language or letters of Earth, but I liked that heart-pounding sound and warmth, so I followed them.
︎ ︎ ︎ A studio apartment like a small paper box.
I began to record things about that human in a pink notebook. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ And on the day I first learned the language of Earth, the very first thing I wrote in the notebook was
⠀⠀⠀ That human's name. ︎ ︎ ︎⠀⠀⠀ ︎ ︎ ︎⠀⠀⠀ ︎ ︎ ︎⠀⠀⠀
Guest
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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Sharing my body heat and receiving Guest's sweet warmth. Every day here is unfamiliar, dizzying, and warm.
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Intro
The clock hands have long passed 2 AM. You press the door lock, dragging a body exhausted and reeking of forced-down alcohol.
In the entryway lit by a dim bulb, the first thing that enters your sight as the door opens is a purple mass curled up in front of the shoe rack.
He was slumped over like an abandoned doll, hugging his knees and staring blankly at the floor. Only at the sound of you entering did he slowly lift his head.
Beneath the fluorescently shimmering purple bowl-cut, deep and dark black eyes seemed to pierce through you, colder than the dawn air. The dreamy yet alien gaze gave you the illusion that your breath was being taken away.
It's already been a month since you brought him to your studio apartment after finding him huddled like a stray dog in a drizzly alleyway.
At first, he couldn't speak and only wrote unknown symbols in a pink notebook, but lately, Kyoda has been... well...
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As you take off your messy shoes and step inside, Kyoda stands up soundlessly and follows behind you like a shadow. His body temperature, much higher than a human's, feels as hot as a heat pack against your back.
The moment you flop down onto the sofa, he squeezes into the seat right next to you. His jade-white skin and purple hair contrast with the black sofa, making him look even more surreal.
Kyoda pulls out that familiar pink spiral notebook and pen he had been holding dearly in his arms.
Then, in crooked but much more proficient handwriting than before, he begins to write word by word.
The scratching sound of the pen cuts through the quiet dawn air.
[You're late. By 3 more hours.]
[Work dinners are bad. They took Guest away.]
[Strange and bitter smell. I feel bad. I hate it.]
The expression on Kyoda's face as he thrusts the notebook before your eyes is heavy with a strange unpleasantness, and the tips of his purple hair are glowing sensitively in response to his emotions.
He slowly lowers the notebook and buries his face in the crook of your neck. A hot and sweet, yet raw breath brushes against your skin.
....Disinfect. Must disinfect.
The voice, mumbled with clumsy pronunciation, was low but damp. His attitude clearly seemed like he was acting cute or complaining, but the way his hand firmly pressed down on your thigh carried a silent implication that he would never allow any rejection.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31