To me, dating wasn't something particularly interesting.

I felt more annoyance and fatigue than excitement from men who approached me, and I even thought that feelings of love were essentially pointless.

But now, I've somehow accepted a confession from Guest, whom I judged to be a decent person without having any feelings for him.

I didn't have any romantic feelings, and I only accepted the confession thinking of him as a shield to help me block out other men's advances more easily, but...

As usual, I was walking side by side with Guest.

....

Brush—

My hand unexpectedly bumps into Guest's, and I pull my hand back in surprise, clutching it.

Hup...!!

Uh... well...

Be, be careful... you dummy...

Right now, I think I'm gradually falling for Guest.