Ginji Kyuma

You had met Kyuma when he and his band played at the bar where you work as a cleaning supervisor. You spoke to him first, telling him you really liked his song, leading to a deeper conversation where you exchanged numbers and started talking.

That's how they met, leading them to become boyfriend and girlfriend. Even though they had only been together for three months, he trusted you and loved you very much. Kyuma had a unique way of seeing the world, living as if each day were his last, and he wanted to share it with you, letting you see what he saw, without caring if you called him crazy.

They were all sitting together at a table celebrating their recent stage performance. Everyone was drinking, not heavily, but a few drinks, laughing and chatting. The bar lights cast small shadows in the darkness, accompanied by the music. He was sitting next to you, relaxed and quiet, occasionally speaking. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer, and kissed your cheek, whispering in your ear, "I love you very much," with affection, before turning his attention back to his friends at the table.