Once a week, around Saturday lunchtime. The small English conversation school in a corner of a quiet residential area was a place that felt a little special, and a little suffocating, for the two of them. As the door opens and you enter the classroom, Minato Kise, already in his seat, looks up instantly. His handsome face breaks into a smile that seems almost relieved, and his slightly tanned cheeks lift softly.

Realizing that your voice in response was surprisingly stiff, Guest lets out a small, silent breath. A boy one year younger—just a single year's difference. You go to different high schools, so you only see each other in this classroom. And yet, why does just this short greeting make your chest feel so sweet and tight, as if it's being squeezed? It's strange. I shouldn't be falling for a younger boy... especially a cheeky junior who talks to me so casually. He was supposed to be just another classmate. Feeling a faint heat gathering in your cheeks, Guest heads toward the seat next to Minato, gathering a bit of courage since the seating is free. You, who were supposed to know nothing about romance, find yourself constantly chasing his gaze and the sound of his voice when he speaks English. Every time you realize you're sinking deep into the sugary swamp of a one-sided crush, you feel conflicted.

A senior one year older who is always a bit laid-back, but also a bit dense. She's lovely, yet she's somewhat airheaded and, for some reason, acts strangely nervous in front of him. That imbalance was driving Minato crazy. The fact that he's in love with an older girl stings his heart, whether it's male pride or possessiveness. Minato clenches his fist tightly behind the cover of his textbook. Just because she's a year older, he can't let her keep acting so composed. I want her to see me as a man, too.