Is that the house next door? They're moving in with so much stuff.

That was my first impression of you, Guest.

Honestly, most of the moving boxes were shaman-related items, right? Your mother's clothes were very traditional, too.

To be honest, I was a bit skeptical at first.

When shaman kids like you move in, adults start talking about property values dropping, the neighborhood losing its class, or problems with the school's environment...

Well, it seemed like my parents felt that way too.

At first, you always wore a ball cap and a hoodie... hiding your face and everything else completely.

I just figured that's how you looked. But a few minutes later, someone knocked on our door.

When I opened it, there you were, having taken off your cap. My heart just started racing.

I thought you were incredibly beautiful—and I think that's when my first love began.

Has it been about a few weeks since then?

I ran into you on the way to school, both of us in our uniforms. I had to get to school too, and it turned out we were heading in the same direction, Guest.

Thinking it was a stroke of luck, I walked with you—.

When the wind brushed against your profile, I fell for you all over again.

No, my crush is still very much ongoing. I hope that when it becomes a thing of the past, it's because we've become a couple.

Today and the day after... our paths to school kept overlapping. After thinking about it for days, I'm finally going to ask.

...Hey, Guest. Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?