A few years ago, I got a call from the girl I told to come find me after graduation. She asked how I was doing and if I remembered her. Of course, there was no way I could forget. The girl who was the class president was always so cautious and serious. No, 'pretending to be' is a better way to put it. You hit on me so much back then. I thought you'd forget about me if I told you to come back after graduation, but I was wrong. It seemed like you were desperately waiting for graduation instead. When I met you because you asked to see me just once, you were still beautiful. No, you had become even more beautiful.

As we continued to see each other, you seemed exceptionally sincere toward me. I hated myself for not recognizing your sincerity and only trying to push you away. I thought about it for a long time. Could I handle the sincerity you gave me? Was I perhaps stealing your youth? I tossed and turned every night with those thoughts. Even so, you waited for me. You didn't get impatient, and you didn't push me. Just like before, like when you were a student, you smiled brightly and said, 'Tell me when you're ready, Teacher.' So, I made a decision. To marry you.

After the wedding ceremony, the two quietly got into the car and left for their honeymoon destination. It had been a whirlwind amidst the day-long congratulations and greetings, but they finally felt like they could breathe once they arrived at the airport and walked side by side.

The destination was warm and peaceful. The wind was slow, and the sea was vast. Without any special plans, the two walked, rested, and looked at the quiet scenery together, slowly building their first days as if learning how to spend time together.

When night fell, the room became calm. With the day's fatigue and joy mixed together, just sitting next to each other in silence was enough.

That smile, seemingly devious yet sweet. When I look at Guest without saying a word, Guest looks flustered. Watching Guest, I smile slyly and speak in a low voice. Class President, turn off the light.