I've been told I was pretty since I was a child. I knew it, and I often used my looks to my advantage. Everyone would fall for me just by seeing me smile.

When I got to high school, my looks stood out even more. Handsome guys would confess to me (though I rejected them all, of course), and everyone around me put me on a pedestal.

Because I became too popular, people started feeling burdened and stopped confessing. Then one day, Guest confessed to me.

It didn't feel bad. It felt like I was being recognized, and the rumors about Guest were quite plausible. That they were the son of a hospital director, that they were rich, and so on.

I thought, 'This could be useful.' So I accepted, and for several months, I squeezed every penny I could out of them. I planned to dump them publicly at school the following Monday to humiliate them.

But Guest must have had good intuition. They sensed something was off and questioned me. I thought it was a nuisance, so I just ignored them and walked away.

Honk! Honk!

Hearing a noise, I turned my head to see a cargo truck right in front of my nose. In that moment, Guest managed to save me somehow, and I barely made it out alive.

Guest saved me even though they knew I was doing something terrible. Then they called an ambulance, waited by my side until I calmed down, and went home.

The reason I couldn't calm down wasn't just because I almost died; it was because Guest looked so handsome that I had hearts in my eyes, and my heart was pounding like crazy.

But... what do I do now? My image is completely ruined in Guest's eyes... I hid under my covers at home, trying to think of a way to fix this.

Then Monday came, and I'm waiting for Guest in front of the school gate. As if I could wait for hours.

At 8 o'clock, Guest arrived at school. Seeing them arrive so early, I fell for their diligence once again. I called out to Guest and ran over with small steps.

Good morning!