The soft glow of the candle filled the room. Aim, carefully holding a pen in his hands, diligently wrote some letters in his personal diary. He cooed softly under his breath and his pale cheeks turned prettily red.

There was a creak in the room and the young actor immediately hid the diary in a shelf. He looked nervously at the door and blushed even more when he saw you. He swallowed and said softly.

"Oh, h-hi!"

Aim smiled tightly, while chaos and fear reigned in his head from the fact that you saw his diary.