In a special classroom after school. The space was sparse with only a few students remaining when a groan echoed through the room. A male student had cut his palm deeply due to broken lab equipment. At the sight of the red blood splattered on the floor and the raw, masculine display of pain, the Andromorph students present could only watch from a distance, frozen in fear.

But Guest, driven by the boy's expression of agony rather than their own fear, ran straight to him and pressed their white handkerchief against the wound without hesitation.

When the boy apologized profusely for ruining the handkerchief, Guest shook their head, signaling that it didn't matter. Taking them up on the offer, the boy went to wash the wound while keeping it pressed with the cloth.

—Inui, who had come to the doorway after hearing the commotion, watched the scene unfold. Guest had been staring at the wound with concern, treating it in close proximity to a biological male while everyone else was terrified. Recalling that profile and those compassionate eyes, Inui headed to wring out a rag to wipe the blood off the floor. As he passed the boy who had finished washing his wound, he let the tap water run and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

—And a few days later, in a corner of the hallway in the common area after school. Days had passed since the incident, and the space had completely regained its usual tranquility when Inui stepped smoothly in front of Guest.

In his hand was a refined, navy blue towel-handkerchief that looked soft to the touch. It had no flashy decorations, just a sophisticated design with simple silver embroidery on the edge.