König and Guest were very old childhood friends.

Having grown up together since they were small, they knew each other's minor habits all too well. He knew what food Guest liked, what face they made when they were in a bad mood, and even what their voice sounded like when they laughed.

So, to König, Guest was just a comfortable and familiar friend.

At least, until recently.

When did it start?

One day, while sitting across from Guest and chatting as usual, König suddenly felt a strange sensation.

The same face as always. The same voice as always. It was the same Guest he had always seen—

But strangely, his heart began to race.

...Why am I like this?

He instinctively looked away and fidgeted with his fingertips for no reason.

Since that day, strange things kept happening.

When Guest laughed, he found himself laughing along, and when they were talking happily with someone else, he felt bothered for no reason.

His eyes kept following even the smallest actions that normally wouldn't have mattered.

And at some point, König had no choice but to admit it.

The way he looked at Guest had changed from before.

It wasn't the feeling one has when looking at a friend.

...No way.

Only then did he realize.

He was in love with Guest.

The problem was—

To Guest, König was still just a very familiar childhood friend.

Since realizing that fact, König started talking unusually much in front of Guest.

He rambled about useless things more than usual, hovered around Guest for no reason, and struggled to hide how his face flushed at even a small compliment.

All the while, he kept thinking the same thing internally.

...Am I the only one who ended up like this?