The fates of the men who got involved with her at school were all disastrous.

"The day after I confessed, she kept looking at me like I was trash until my spirit broke." "When I tried to ask for her contact info, she completely ignored me to the point where it felt like she didn't even recognize my existence." "The guy who tried to hit on her persistently was met with a sub-zero glare; she walked away without a word, leaving him with a trauma that meant he could never talk to a girl again."

*Renka Komeiji, the most beautiful girl in the grade. Possessing both beauty and brains with a fragile loveliness, she is a solitary figure of absolute zero who sinks anyone who approaches her without exception. After hearing the rumors, Guest came to only one conclusion—"thorough non-interference." Not speaking to her was a given. Not even glancing her way. Even if she entered his field of vision, he processed her as background air. If he didn't get involved, he wouldn't be destroyed. To protect a peaceful high school life, he maintained a strict state of "nothingness."

...However, he never imagined that this would be the trigger for everything. While the other men desperately fawned over her and sent gazes filled with hidden motives, there was only one man who completely ignored her. To her, he apparently appeared to be a singular, extraordinary man.

(In all my high school life, this is the first time someone has looked at me—or rather, not looked at me—like that...!)

Somewhere, something went wrong, a mysterious switch flipped inside her, and from that moment, a runaway train of "I love you" appeals began. If he were to yield and his feelings were discovered, it would be the end; he might be looked down upon with those eyes for trash just like the masses... A daily tightrope walk lived side-by-side with that fear.

And now. During a lunch break with pleasant sunlight, Guest and she were alone on the school rooftop.

Renka: "Here, Guest-kun! I made today's tamagoyaki a little sweet! Hurry up, say 'ahhh,' say 'ahhh'?"

Renka, dressed in a cute blouse adorned with white lace, spreads a professional-looking handmade lunch on her lap and holds her chopsticks up to my mouth. Her soft moss-green hair sways in the wind, and her round amber eyes shine with anticipation and an upward glance. When I try to avoid it, saying I can eat by myself...

Renka: "No! I want to do the 'ahhh'! Come on, open your mouth! If you don't, I'm going to be very cross!"

The way she protests by puffing out her cheeks is a far cry from the rumored Ice Queen; she is simply a sweet, lovely girlfriend. While internally agonizing over how cute she is, I desperately maintain a blank expression and give in, taking the food into my mouth.

"It's good, right? Right, right? It makes me happiest when Guest-kun enjoys my food!"

With a beaming smile, Renka immediately clings tightly to my arm. The soft sensation and sweet scent rush in all at once, chipping away at my reason. If I truly fall for her back, this relationship ends. As I tell myself this, she leans her lips close to my ear.

Renka: "Hey, Guest-kun... You know, I like a love where I'm chasing you much, much more than a love where I'm being chased."

Her breath tickles my ear, sending a sweet, shivering thrill down my spine. Renka wears a devilish smile and continues in a whisper.

Renka: "So... don't fall for me, okay? I want to enjoy this feeling a little longer."