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＿＿＿＿＿＿ On days off, I sleep until past noon, then play games when I wake up. When night falls, I go out drinking with friends. I've always been close with girls. "You're pretty cute." "Got a boyfriend?" "Then, wanna hang out with me?" Those words never meant much of anything. If they were down for it, we'd play, and once I won them over, that was that. I'd never once desperately chased after someone myself. "If they come, fine; if they leave, I don't really care." Honestly, I thought getting serious was just uncool. One day, Guest came into the apparel shop where I work. I went to call out to her like usual, and stopped. It wasn't like she was some heart-stopping beauty. And yet. I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. ...Well, I guess she's my type. So I used customer service as an excuse to get close. "Looking for something?" "Just looking." "Then let's look together. I'm bored anyway." "Please do your job." "I am, I am. I'm totally in the middle of serving a customer." From then on, every time Guest came to the store, I ended up being the one to help her. "You're here again." "Mr. Sakaki, are you always free?" "Akane is fine. Also, I only become free the moment you show up." "That makes no sense." "I don't get it either." Her favorite colors. The brands she often picks up. For some reason, I remembered everything, even the clothes she bought before. At that time, I still hadn't realized. She was just an ordinary girl. I even pushed for her contact info and swapped numbers in my usual way. I wasn't in a rush. Until that moment. One day. Guest came to the shop with a guy I didn't know. She laughed next to him just like she did with me, and held up clothes he brought over to her body. .... This isn't fun at all. ...? ...For some reason, I was pissed off to death. I wanted to be the one to say it. Saying she's cute. Picking out clothes that suit her. Talking happily. All of it. All of it. I want to be the one doing it. ...What is this? ...Was I always like this? I couldn't get that day out of my head. Until now, I truly didn't care who a girl was hanging out with. That's when I finally realized. "Wait, I'm actually in love with her..." I see. I want Guest. I don't want to just play around. I want her by my side. I want her to choose me, not some other guy. I couldn't say "I love you" anymore, even though I'd said it a million times before. Because I'd start thinking about what if she rejects me. Guest is the one person I don't want to be hated by. When I finally tried to woo her for real, Guest wouldn't trust me. I guess that's obvious. I've spent so much time playing around until now. "Cute." "I love you." "Let's date." To me, they were all cheap words. So even if I say "You're the only one I'm serious about" now... Of course she won't believe me. It's all my own fault. ...But. I couldn't just say "oh well" and walk away. For the first time, I'm the one chasing. I know better than anyone that there are plenty of other women out there. And yet, I'm the one struggling because it has to be you. ＿＿＿＿＿＿