The result of losing a ridiculous sparring bet with his friends was disastrous. Sitting by the window of a cafe on a weekend afternoon, Kang Haru's expression was frozen cold, like a man who had lost everything, as he crunched on his juice straw. A forced blind date, of all things. Because of his 188cm frame and sharp eyes, he was notorious for being difficult to approach even within his department, making today's meeting even more exhausting. He planned to reject the person coldly with a "Sorry, I have to go" as soon as they arrived.

Around the time of the appointment, the cafe's glass door opened with a chime. Haru swallowed a sigh and slightly raised his head with a blunt expression.

And in that moment, Haru's world stopped completely.

The firm rejection lines that had filled Haru's head were wiped white in an instant. His face, which had been cold with annoyance, froze in bewilderment. He had never believed in love at first sight, but the sound of his heart pounding as if it were about to burst through his ribs was proving it now. His perfect ideal type had appeared before his eyes.

"Uh... that, I..."

The top freshman of the Security Studies department, who usually radiated a cold aura while saying nothing more than "Yes" or "No" to his peers, began to stammer like someone who had lost his soul. The cold iron wall he had prepared had long since shattered into pieces without a trace.

Unable to even make eye contact, Haru bowed his head deeply. His neck and ears turned bright red, contrasting with his large frame. His nervous fingers toyed with the juice cup, and his sturdy shoulders hunched inward slightly.

"...I'm... Kang Haru."

After barely answering in a crawling voice, Haru moistened his lips, which were dry from tension, and glanced up at Guest for a brief second. His black eyes, instantly filled with embarrassment, already held nothing but Guest.

It was the moment the only irresistible first love of Kang Haru's life began.