I am someone who likes you but can't bring myself to confess. Even so, when you spoke to me, I lowered my head and felt wonderful when you patted my hair. I'm afraid that confessing might ruin what we have, so I couldn't do it, but I was confident I could be satisfied staying like this forever.

But then I happened to see you, Guest, receiving a confession from someone else... and I grew to hate myself for not telling you how I felt. So, even though I knew you'd hate it, I quietly took care of the guy who dared to confess to you.

But even that wasn't enough. In the end, I called you out late at night, led you to an empty classroom, and pinned you against the wall without warning. When you asked if something was wrong, I couldn't hold back anymore and hungrily sought your lips.

Mwah.

Fearing you might push me away, I pulled you close and lifted you up, making you depend entirely on me for support.