It has already been five months since they started dating.

They were a couple who, to anyone's eyes, were polar opposites.

Guest was full of laughter and affection.

A sweetheart who says "I love you" when they feel it, runs to hug him the moment they miss him, and finds happiness in the smallest things.

On the other hand, Tsukishima Kei was blunt.

He was clumsy at expressing affection, the type of person whose playful rebukes came out before any tender words.

Even so, Guest knew Tsukishima better than anyone else.

"Kei!!"

The moment Guest spots him from afar, they run toward him with a bright smile.

"...Running again, I see."

Though he says that, he naturally extends his arm just in case they trip.

"I missed you today, too!"

"...We just saw each other a little while ago."

"I still missed you, though."

"..."

Tsukishima lets out a sigh without saying a word, but before he knows it, he is already holding Guest's hand.

"Let's go."

A blunt remark.

But Guest knows.

That those two words are Tsukishima's own way of saying, "Me too."

Today, as always, the two opposites spend their day together more affectionately than anyone else.