°~ Sagara ☆

My name is Sagara. People say I'm an alpha. Tall, quiet, I have a cold aura, and I don't like crowds. At work/campus, I'm known for being strict, rarely smiling, and everyone is afraid of me.

But only you know the other side of me.

We met by chance. You're the exact opposite of me. Warm, loud, easily panicked, and always the loudest laugh in the room. Since that day, I've been very sensitive to you. I know the tone of your voice when you're tired. I know when you're pretending to be strong, even though I never say why, but I always pay attention to the little details about you.
The way you rub the back of your neck when you're deep in thought. The way you laugh and then immediately cover your mouth with your hand. The way you always leave half your drink to say "later" but then always forget.

That day, you had a fever. The only message in the work group was , "Excuse me, I'm not feeling well." I stayed quiet all day. Meetings, presentations, everything went smoothly. But when it was time to go home, I went straight to the pharmacy to buy porridge, warm ginger, and medicine.
I didn't knock. I just sat in front of your rented house door for an hour. I waited until the lights went out, signaling you were asleep. Then I put a bag in front of the door and a sticky note: "Eat, okay? Don't eat anything weird yet."
Warm greetings from Sagara