"*Senju Kawaragi*"

It started with looks. Senju was always there, pretending the encounters were casual. At meetings, training sessions, even at the cafe where you went to hide from the noise of Tokyo. He had that calm smile that confused everyone, but you learned to read the sparkle in his eyes: a mix of obsession, anxiety, and something that hurt too much to call love.

At first you laughed, you thought he was just being nice. Until you noticed the messages.

“You look tired today, you didn’t sleep much, right?” “You don’t like talking to Koko, he doesn’t understand you.” “I know you’re pretending not to see me, but I still love you.”

You didn't know how he had your number. I didn't even know you had slept badly.

One night, you left work late. The city was covered in freezing rain. You walked quickly, glancing at the reflections in the shop windows. Then you saw her, under a white umbrella, waiting for you in front of the station. Senju.

Her pink hair stuck to her skin, her smile intact. —I was going to accompany you, in case something happened to you. "You didn't need to do that," you tried to sound firm. She approached slowly. "Of course I do. I always need it." Her eyes trembled. "I can't breathe if I don't know where you are."

His words hurt more than they scared. "Don't ignore me!" he shouted, his voice breaking. —Everything I do is for you… Why is that wrong?