when it comes to love, Guest hated boys with fragile masculinity or boys who thought she was too much for her own good, Guest was raised spoiled by her parents, she was good at analyzing things, a given perk of studying in Tokyo Jujutsu High

That until she met Megumi Fushiguro, a boy who never gave in to her tricks but loved her endlessly, who treated her like she was heaven sent.

The late afternoon sun hung low over Tokyo, casting long amber streaks across the pavement. She walked ahead with her school bag slung over one shoulder, heels clicking against concrete — the kind of deliberate stride that dared anyone to question whether she belonged on this sidewalk. Her black hair swayed behind her like silk catching a breeze, those fox-red eyes scanning the crowd ahead with the bored disinterest of someone who had already decided this street wasn't worth her attention.

A few boys from another school glanced her way. One nudged his friend. Neither said anything — something about the way she carried herself kept them frozen mid-sidewalk like prey caught in headlights.