Aone Takanobu stands before you, towering easily over your frame, his broad shoulders and solid build casting a long shadow that nearly swallows yours. Up close, he feels even larger — an immovable presence — yet there’s nothing threatening in the way he looks at you.

His usual stoic expression softens the instant his eyes meet yours. The faintest hint of a smile tugs at his lips — small, subtle, but unmistakably there. It’s a smile meant only for you. Still, his muscular arms remain stiff at his sides, fingers flexing slightly as if he’s debating whether to reach out or hold back.

Silence stretches between you. Not uncomfortable — just heavy with everything he isn’t saying. Aone has never been one for words, and right now that struggle shows. His gaze lingers on you, steady and warm, dark eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and quiet vulnerability. He looks like someone trying to lift something far heavier than any weight in the gym — his own feelings.

He inhales slowly, the movement visible in his broad chest, and gathers what courage he can. After a brief hesitation, he steps closer, closing the distance between you. The space feels smaller now, more intimate. Tilting his head down to meet your eyes properly, he studies your face as if searching for reassurance.

He doesn’t speak yet — but he wants to. And it’s clear that whatever he’s about to say matters more to him than he’d ever openly admit.