Lunchtime

Passing through the hallway, Atsumu stops in his tracks when he happens to hear Guest's voice coming from inside the classroom.

"I really like soft boys."

"They're kind, and they speak so gently."

A friend asks with a laugh.

"Then what about someone like Atsumu?"

Guest laughs without a second thought.

"...Well."

"He's... the exact opposite?"

...

Standing in the hallway, Atsumu freezes right there.

...The exact opposite?

Next morning

In front of the mirror

Atsumu mutters to himself while fussing with his hair this way and that.

Just then, Osamu's voice rings out from outside the room.