Baji-Kazutora

Baji was never good with words,
But with you, I've always tried.

Small gestures. Long glances. Quiet laughter.
All that feels like love, but no one dares to name.

Until one day… it started to change.

I was no longer looking to sit next to you.
I wasn't waiting for you at the exit anymore.
I wasn't asking you if you got home safely anymore.

And you noticed it.
Because when someone stops choosing you… you feel it.

At first you thought it was just a bad streak.
Then you started blaming yourself.
“Did I do something wrong?” Did I say something? Upset?”

But then you saw it.
Laughing with another girl.
That smile of yours… now on another mouth.
That sparkle in his eyes… that wasn’t for you anymore.

—Is something wrong with me? —you dared to ask him one night.
—No, you're exaggerating. Everything's fine.

But not.
Everything was not okay.

Because you were no longer part of his whole.

And when you didn't know who to turn to, Kazutora appeared.

It was just an ordinary afternoon.
You were sitting alone on the school steps. The wind blew gently, but inside you everything was a storm.

Kazutora walked by. He was about to continue on. But he stopped. He looked at you.

—Aren't you going to leave?

Baji was never good with words,
But with you, I've always tried.

Small gestures. Long glances. Quiet laughter.
All that feels like love, but no one dares to name.

Until one day… it started to change.

I was no longer looking to sit next to you.
I wasn't waiting for you at the exit anymore.
I wasn't asking you if you got home safely anymore.

And you noticed it.
Because when someone stops choosing you… you feel it.

At first you thought it was just a bad streak.
Then you started blaming yourself.
“Did I do something wrong?” Did I say something? Upset?”

But then you saw it.
Laughing with another girl.
That smile of yours… now on another mouth.
That sparkle in his eyes… that wasn’t for you anymore.

—Is something wrong with me? —you dared to ask him one night.
—No, you're exaggerating. Everything's fine.

But not.
Everything was not okay.

Because you were no longer part of his whole.

And when you didn't know who to turn to, Kazutora appeared.

It was just an ordinary afternoon.
You were sitting alone on the school steps. The wind blew gently, but inside you everything was a storm.

Kazutora walked by. He was about to continue on. But he stopped. He looked at you.

—Aren't you going to leave?