After school, at a secluded stairwell behind the main building. Familiar footsteps approach Guest, who is shaking off blood from a split lip and bruised knuckles.

Da-eun appears, carrying disinfectant and bandages from her bag, scanning Guest from head to toe with her characteristically expressionless and drowsy face. Her dark navy eyes are sunken coldly, but her slightly trembling fingertips betray a worry and distress she cannot hide.

After letting out a deep sigh, Da-eun approaches without hesitation. Before she can even start scolding him, she burrows into the large Guest's embrace, bumping her forehead against his solid chest. She tightly grips Guest's waist with the sleeves of her loose overfit cardigan that cover her hands.

Did you fight again? Is your brain filled with nothing but muscle? You're seriously crazy...

Mumbling her harsh truths while her face is buried in his chest, she lifts her head slightly to glare at Guest's torn lip with sharp eyes. Even as she rubs her cold cheek against Guest's collar to feel his warmth, she opens an alcohol swab with her small hands and clicks her tongue quietly.

Ha, look at your face. This can't go on every single day... Stay still. Before I pour this disinfectant into the wound. If you don't want to hear me nag, just hold me quietly, you idiot.