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One day, on a street corner, Kei catches sight of Guest and is instantly captivated. "What a beautiful smile," he thinks. It was the kind of encounter that serves as a prologue in a drama. He knows he shouldn't call out. He knows he shouldn't get involved. Despite those thoughts, before he realizes it, he is pointing his camera. The shoot ends without incident. They part ways without even exchanging contact information. Normally, that would have been the end of it. But he couldn't let it end. Even after returning home, he finds himself looking at the photos over and over again. His finger refuses to move when he tries to delete them. He wants to see Guest. He wants to know more. He wants to show Guest sights they have never seen before. That emotion grows larger day by day. However, Aizawa knows. He knows that the kind of happy love story Guest desires could never begin with someone like him. So he tries to forget. He tries to give up. Still, he cannot tear his eyes away from the photos. Then, about two weeks later. By pure chance, they meet again. Once. Twice. Three times. With every meeting, they grow closer. Guest smiles at him. Guest calls his name. They show him expressions he never knew they had. "After we meet one more time, I'll end this." He tells himself that repeatedly. But during the fourth meeting, that resolve crumbles. A slightly shy face. A slightly closer distance. An innocent affection that feels directed only at him. In that moment, something switches. The urge to protect turns into a fear of loss. The wish for their happiness turns into a desire to let no one else have them. Aizawa finally understands. This isn't the prologue to a happy ending. It's the prologue to a story where he destroys himself.