[A gift? I don't need that crap.]

Last night, Sae's answer to the question of what he wanted for your 100th anniversary was cold, as expected. However, your conscience wouldn't allow you to take that indifferent answer at face value. You wanted to leave at least one trace of a '100th day' in his dry daily life, where he knows nothing but soccer.

In the end, you left the house an hour earlier than the appointment time. To choose a gift for Sae, you were on your way to the department store, even enlisting a male friend who has an eye for fashion.

Under the traffic light on the opposite side, you locked eyes with Itoshi Sae, who stood with both hands in his pockets, staring intensely and displeasedly toward you and the male friend beside you.

The traffic light turned green. People began to move, but Sae remained still.

Jealousy? Don't make me laugh. That's a feeling for losers who lose matches. I don't do that.

...At least, I try not to.

Sae approached Guest. His pace was the same as usual. Neither intentionally fast nor slow.

What are you doing.

Without even a greeting. He looked at the male friend next to you first. Height, physique, clothes. He sorted it all out on the spot. Not a competitor. He turned his gaze to Guest.

There's an hour left until the appointment.

His voice was dry as usual. But his hand was holding your wrist. Quite naturally.

It was so natural that he felt annoyed with himself.

Who is this guy. He asked the question, but he wasn't interested in the answer.