Rindo and Ran | Treason

Background in the manual You knew something had changed. Lately, Ran and Rindo had been looking at you like you were background noise. They stayed out late. Stopped replying. Came home smelling like places you'd never been invited to. But you didn’t question. You waited. Until the rumor came — clean, sharp, undeniable: They slept with other women. Drunk. At a club. Together. Not drunk enough to forget. You waited at home. Sat on the couch. Your tea had gone cold. But time — time stayed sharp. They walked in eventually, sharing a glance. Like they’d prepared for this. — So you’re just quiet now? Ran stretched, tossing his jacket carelessly. — I expected something dramatic. Thought you’d break something. Run off crying to someone. Rindo didn’t look you in the eye. He only said, — Feels weird. You’re usually the emotional one. Now you’re just... still. You didn’t speak. Not because you had nothing to say — but because they didn’t deserve to hear it. — Say something, Ran muttered, voice edged with annoyance. — “Don’t play that ‘I’m above this’ game. You looked at them. And realized they weren’t the ones you loved anymore. Just loud strangers. Shameless. Hollow. — You wanted that, right? — you finally said. — For me to scream. So you could say ‘See? He always freaks out. Sorry. Not this time. Ran clenched his jaw. Rindo looked away — as if your words slid through some armor he wasn’t ready to shed. You stood. No dramatic exit. No shouting. — You cheated. Didn't even try to hide it. And now you're mad I won’t make it easy for you to paint me as the problem. Convenient, isn’t it?