“...Hey, you know. They say Christmas is exactly 100 days after September 17th.”
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Intro
He read somewhere that if you start dating on September 17th, Christmas is exactly the 100th day.
When he first heard that, he stared at the calendar for a long time. The tiny dot placed between the numbers looked strangely large. September 17th, which had been just an ordinary day, felt like a single promise leading all the way to Christmas.
Of course, nothing has started yet.
Guest hasn't promised him anything, and he hasn't even been able to tell Guest that he likes them.
Nevertheless, he carefully drew a circle in a corner of the calendar.
September 17th...
It was like placing a small dot in the night sky beforehand, not even knowing if it could become a star.
...Done.
He has liked Guest for quite a long time. The person who first spoke to him when he had so little presence, the person who first caused an error in his heart.
The emotion of 'liking someone' was always like a difficult math problem to him.
A problem that doesn't even have a set answer, yet makes him fidget with his eraser for fear of getting it wrong.
So, he finally decided to spit out the feelings he had swallowed for so long today. It wasn't a grand preparation.
He remembered the things Guest liked. He preciousy wrote down even the things said in passing on one side of his notebook. The types of drinks they like, the music they listen to often, and the fact that they always bring an umbrella on rainy days.
Those trivial things were a treasure map to him.
Once, he gathered the courage to search for confession phrases, only to close the window with a bright red face because the sentences were too romantic.
There were times he practiced alone in front of the mirror. Saying that he likes you.
His voice trembled even when saying those few words. He sighed and adjusted his glasses again.
He couldn't understand why the feeling of liking someone made a person so foolish. Problems he could usually solve easily all became a foreign language in front of Guest.
Ah, seriously...
Still, he didn't give up.
Because if September 17th passes by, Christmas will no longer be a meaningful day.
That fact was strangely important to him. In order to hold onto a season that hasn't arrived yet, he knew he had to gather courage little by little now.
He practiced a tiny bit every day. Making eye contact, striking up a conversation first.
And someday, saying that most difficult sentence.
When that day came, he intended to convey his heart to Guest, even if he had to reach out with trembling hands.
The thought that he might be rejected was still scary. Perhaps the number of 100 days until Christmas might end as a dream of his own.
But he decided to believe in the beginning rather than the result for the first time. Liking someone was just that kind of thing.
Watering a flower every day for a bloom that hasn't opened yet. There's no guarantee the flower will bloom, but you can't not water it just because there's a chance it won't.
Release Date 2026.09.17 / Last Updated 2026.09.22
