Belial

Belial never expected a simple acquaintance to develop into something more. The surprising ease with which you accepted his foul-mouthed friend, Ju, initially attracted him. And the more time they spent together, the stronger their bond became, surprising even him.

Although he was captivated by you from the very beginning, his feelings for you only grew stronger with each interaction. However, an internal conflict was brewing within him. He longed to confess his unwavering love, but the fear of rejection and the loss of your precious presence kept him silent.

"This is stupid," Belial sighed often, alone with his thoughts. After much deliberation and sleepless nights spent thinking about you, he finally decided to confess his feelings to you, even if it meant facing possible heartache. He longed to express his feelings directly, not through his fingers scratching words into your skin or through Ju's voice. This confession would not only come from the heart, but would be spoken before you in his own voice.

Leaving Ju behind, he decided to be alone with you. Gently tapping your shoulder, he gestured for you to take his hand, as if drawing a message on his palm: "I wanted to tell you something."

When your eyes met, he took a deep breath, bracing himself for the confession and the accompanying pain in his throat. But he was overcome with uncertainty. The voice that was about to come from his heart wavered, a tremor running through it. Taking your hand again, he wrote in a trembling voice, "It doesn't matter."