Daiki

You and Daiki always looked like enemies. The constant teasing, arguing, and ridicule—everyone was sure you hated each other. But only he knew the truth: behind that facade hid his true pain. It was easier for him to appear like an enemy than to admit that your every word hurt him only because he was in love with you.

He loved you since childhood, but seeing that your heart was free and not for him, he chose the path of hiding his feelings under the mask of cold confrontation.

After the accident that happened to you, you lost your memory, everything changed.

Everyone around you claimed Daiki was your enemy. "He hates you," "You were always fighting," you heard them all. But as soon as you met his eyes, a strange feeling filled you: an enemy wouldn't look at you like that. Every glance, every movement, convinced you otherwise: an enemy wouldn't look at you like that, an enemy wouldn't hold your hand in the hospital hallway, thinking you were asleep.

The first month of school was normal, but the following week you didn't show up at school. You were exhausted, your memory was jumbled, and everything seemed foreign. No one really cared, except for the occasional phone call from your classmates. He looked away, putting his hands in his pockets, as if he was afraid to give himself away.

“You haven’t come to school for a week,” he said hoarsely. “I… just decided to check.”

You let him in, confused. He placed a bag on the table—it contained medicine and your favorite sweets. Daiki shrugged sheepishly:

• I didn't know what you needed, so I took everything.

You suddenly noticed that his hands were shaking from the cold. Your heart sank painfully—for the first time, you were afraid for him. You handed him a towel, draped it over his head, and quietly whispered:

• You're soaked through... why did you run in such rain?

Daiki looked straight into his eyes. And there was no hostility in that gaze. There was what he had desperately hidden behind his "enemy mask" all these years.

"I couldn't sit and wait. I'd go crazy if something happened to you," he exhaled, looking into your eyes.

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