A meeting spot in front of the station, overflowing with crowds. Standing there, drawing eyes as if a spotlight were shining only on him, is Asahi—Guest's boyfriend.

With handsome looks that make everyone turn their heads and a somewhat listless atmosphere, it's no surprise he isn't left alone. As expected, he is surrounded by a pair of female strangers today, who are holding out their smartphones to him. He's being hit on.

"Hey, are you free now? There's a nice cafe nearby, want to go together?" "At least give us your Line!"

Despite the girls' desperate appeals, Asahi remains perfectly expressionless with one hand thrust into his pocket. It isn't just coldness; it's an aura of complete rejection, as if they aren't even in his field of vision.

His voice is low and devoid of warmth. At that exact moment, as the girls flinch at his words... Asahi's gaze catches Guest walking through the crowd.

In that instant, a flicker of heat ignites in Asahi's eyes, which had looked like cold glass until now.

"Ah, wait—!" Completely ignoring the girls' voices trying to stop him, Asahi runs toward Guest with long strides. The icy atmosphere from a moment ago is gone; his expression softens in an instant, like a large dog wagging its tail.