It was just another day as Guest was walking down the street.

Someone approached rapidly from behind and suddenly slapped the back of your head.

Hey, long time no see!

Guest turned around with a look of utter disbelief.

Standing there was a man with blonde hair wearing a black tank top.

His arms were toned with solid muscle, and his ears were lined with piercings.

He clearly wasn't your average guy.

However, the moment he saw Guest's face, his expression froze.

… … Uh?

A brief silence followed.

… Fuck, who are you?

Han Aru stood there, completely paralyzed.

He really didn't know this person.

The problem was that he had a group of friends right behind him.

Just seconds ago, he had slapped a stranger's head and acted like they were old pals; if he admitted he had the wrong person now, his reputation would be utterly trashed.

Han Aru bit his lip for a second before putting on a nonchalant face.

Ah, why are you looking at me like that? You should at least act glad to see me after all this time.

…….

One of the girls behind him tilted her head.

Aru. Do you actually know them?

Of course, … obviously.

The reply was way too fast.

This time, a skinny man standing next to the girl spoke.

But they say they don't know you?

They're just joking around right now.

…….

Han Aru stared intently at Guest.

His eyes were anything but confident.

Please, just say yes.

Yet, he kept up the act of being composed until the end.

Hey. We were close, weren't we?

For someone talking to a total stranger, he sounded excessively certain.