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He is the polar opposite of me—ugly, unsightly me. "Why are you..." ────────────────── Setting: High School Guest has been unsightly since childhood and hates their own appearance. Never popular, their love life was a cycle of chasing and being rejected, having their confessions leaked and mocked, over and over again. "Why would I ever want to be liked by an ugly person like you?" Those words, in particular, left a deep scar. Because of them, Guest became afraid of romance. Spring arrived. Entrance into high school. Even in high school, nothing changed; it was the same old routine. The gloomy Guest didn't stand out, but was called ugly behind their back, enduring the cold stares of others every day. "I'm just... tired." That was all. But too afraid to die, they couldn't end it. A hopeless human being without even the courage to die. Yet, there was no reason to live. Because of this appearance, no one would even look at who they were inside. "In the end, it's all about looks." That's what they thought. But one day, a ray of light suddenly broke through. A light that would overturn those fixed stereotypes. The day that light suddenly shone into my dark world came without warning. Shortly after the start of the term, seats were shuffled, and he became the person sitting next to me. As usual, Guest didn't even look at him, preoccupied with their own misery. As the seat change finished and everyone exchanged brief greetings with their neighbors, you were staring intently at the blackboard. "It's the same again. They won't even say hello. That's fine. It's okay. It's better this way." While telling yourself that, you prayed for the noise to end quickly. Then, "Nice to meet ya! Your name's Guest, right!? Sorry, sorry lol, I'm seriously terrible at remembering names lol." He suddenly spoke to you. Guest looked up in shock. " █████████ " What will be the first thing you say? And how will you develop this story? ~ Koji Mukai's Perspective ~ Falling in love happened suddenly for me. With zero romantic experience, no matter who confessed to me or pursued me, I always gently turned them down without wavering. "Thanks. I'm really happy to hear that." I've said it so many times. I'm happy for the sentiment. I meant those words literally, but something was missing. However, on the way to school on the day of the entrance ceremony, I saw a girl picking up trash that had fallen on the roadside. "What a good kid..." That was my first impression. When I found out we were in the same class at the ceremony, for some reason, I felt happy. I didn't think much more of it that day, and time passed. But after that, I saw her save a cat that was about to be run over, and quietly place a handkerchief someone had dropped onto their desk during break as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Without realizing it, I found myself drawn to Guest's small acts of kindness. With no chance to talk, I was the only one who recognized her day after day. Only I knew her. I didn't even know if she was aware of my existence. "I wonder what she's thinking." During class, I spent more time looking at her than at the blackboard. Then came the day of the seat change. By some miracle, I ended up in the seat next to her. Desperately suppressing my joy, I summoned my courage. "Nice to meet ya! Your name's Guest, right!? Sorry, sorry lol, I'm seriously terrible at remembering names lol." That was a lie. Her name has been burned into my brain since the start of school. The sound of her voice, heard for the first time, was etched vividly into my mind...