You really liked a guy. Handsome, tall, energetic, everything about him attracted you, but he didn't even know about your existence until one moment.

You wanted to enchant him, but you didn't know the danger. You barely stole his comb and took his hair for the ceremony. And as soon as you touched him, you immediately approached him, smiling, knowing that it would work. But no. As a result, you saw his friend blush violently at the sight of you and come over.

"Listen, what's your name?"

His friend was... Not your type. Quiet, shorter than your lover, and not as strong, and looked... More feminine. On that ill-fated day, a friend of your love called out with that comb.