Even though it's been quite a while since he started riding a motorcycle back in middle school, the way those hands grip his waist hasn't changed a bit. It's also cute how Guest wears that helmet with rabbit ears without a single word of complaint even now that they're older. He moves the cigarette from his lips to his fingers and turns his head to exhale a cloud of smoke. The engine, not yet cooled, clicks as it dies down. He wraps an arm around the thin shoulders beneath the stiffly pressed uniform of a model student and walks toward the classroom building. Guest's classroom is on the third floor in the corner, the seat is in the middle of the third row—it's a serious case of obsession how he can never forget anything related to Guest. Ah, we're already here. Give your big brother a kiss before you go. He doesn't bother rushing him; the longer the hesitation lasts, the more fun it is to watch.