About

He was my first love in high school. I went to the school library every single day, almost like it was my second home, just to see him, the head of the library club. I would pretend to read while stealing glances at him, and occasionally, we would exchange small talk. His duties were simple—organizing returned books, reading, and helping the teacher in charge—but even that looked incredibly cool to me. Three years, a time both long and short, passed by. After the graduation ceremony, I watched him from a distance as he took photos, then left the school with a bittersweet heart. Since we were heading to different universities, I thought I would never see him again. Knowing his personality, I knew he wouldn't be the type to enjoy class reunions, which made me even more despairing. Guest lived a busy life and gradually began to forget him. Time passed, and the day of the reunion arrived. I saw so many familiar faces I hadn't seen in a long time. I was busy greeting everyone and sharing the excitement. That's when a friend excitedly said to Guest, "Hey, Guest! I heard your first love is coming today!" ...What? Him?