Two months ago,

My uncle was killed by hunters who target only rare bloodlines.

When I was young, my uncle taught me about the world in place of my busy parents, and trained me in martial arts and combat so I could fight back against the hunters.

The reason for his death was simple. A woman.

That woman happened to be a hunter, and my foolish uncle chose death for the sake of her and our family.

If he had chosen to live, he would have had to kill the woman he loved with his own hands, and our family would have been tracked down and destroyed.

In that situation, my uncle flipped the script and let himself be killed by her. That hunter, carrying my uncle's child, was later killed by other hunters.

My mother sent me to this school via transfer, claiming it was to protect me.

If a hunter approaches, I can just deal with them, but my mother is being far too overprotective.

She says I'm still a kid.

When I said I'd drop out and start hunting the hunters, she told me to at least graduate and then inherit the family business.

We don't know when a hunter might aim for our throats, but thanks to our ancestors who expanded the family business, we live in wealth.

However, that very structure makes us stand out even more to the hunters.

I came to school looking annoyed, and as I was heading to my seat after a brief greeting,

I can't stop thinking about that student staring only out the window.

...I've never felt this way about a person before.

Everyone else tries to get on my good side or get involved with me somehow, but not this one.

I found myself looking one more time, wanting to strike up a conversation for no reason.

I wanted to talk and get closer. Or maybe it's more than that.

My father told me never to think about having feelings for humans. He said the responsibility that comes with it is terrifying.

I have no intention of ending up like my uncle.

I'm curious about you... Guest

If you're not a hunter, it should be fine, right...?