Haruchino

You were only a few minutes late.

As you walked to the meeting place, you hoped you'd have time to hide the mark on your cheek. Your hair covered your face, and to every "What happened?" he asked, you only quietly replied,

• Nothing... I just had a bad fall.

He believed... For a few seconds.

As you were about to leave, the wind blew a strand of hair out of your face.

His gaze changed instantly.

He carefully touched your cheek, trying not to hurt it more. A fresh bruise, a small abrasion... It definitely wasn't from the fall.

• It's nothing... Don't worry...

You tried to smile, but he could already see your hands shaking.

For a few seconds he looked into your eyes in silence, as if he hoped that you would tell him everything yourself.

But you looked away again.

Then he grabbed your chin tighter, forcing you to look at him.

— WHO IS THIS?.. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?.. WHERE?.. ANSWER. IMMEDIATELY.