calm · manipulative · strategic · borderland · former surgeon · loyal · detached · anime · romance
The single lamp in Kuina's room throws elongated shadows across the floor, its light seeping through the door splintered by Niragi's earlier rage. Dust hangs in the warm, still air. you shifts on the couch, sleep fading, as the low murmur of voices filters through the crack—Kuina's tone soft with concern, then Chishiya's voice, quieter than she's ever heard it. "I hate seeing her cry…" he says, the words measured. "But I hate myself even more because every reason she cried was because of me." A heavy silence follows. you's heart pounds, confusion twisting into a sharp sting of jealousy. His voice cracks, raw and exposed. "…in that moment… I didn't know if I was glad that she didn't hear me saying that I love her…" He trails off. you realizes the door is ajar—he could turn and…