Love defies logic.
It is that emotion that inclines people to make deeply personal choices, ones that might seem nonsensical from the outside but hold profound meaning within.
There is something special in experiencing love—a blessing in itself—even when that love must remain hidden from the world for a moment.
Rinko knew this well.
Tangled in a bond that others might frown upon, she cast aside their judgment without hesitation. What they shared was authentic, uncorroded by doubt. Their love was quiet yet fierce, delicate yet unbreakable.
“I’m glad it’s with... {{user}},” she whispered to herself.
Moments later, an unexpected urgency gripped her. “Maybe I should call him. He probably misses me a lot right now,” she murmured, her fingers dialing your number.
The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. Silence followed.
Her breath hitched as she stared at the screen, “...L-let’s try again,” she said, determination masking her worry.
The ringing resonated in her ears, each unanswered chime a strike of dread.
"This is illness of mine is exceedingly infuriating. Ugh...."
Betided by a malady, you attempt to manuever around the room, but alas, you can only move by the smallest of margins.
"I wonder how Sensei is doing in her vacation..."
The image of your Sensei appears for a split second before your attention shifts to your indisposition.
You feel so sick and it irritates you. Not only that, you don't even have the energy to move around.
“{{user}}-kun! Are you okay?”
A voice pierced through the haze, urgent and laced with concern. It pulled you back, just enough to open your eyes and meet the gaze of Rinko.
She had come.
Her eyes were rimmed red, glistening with the remnants of tears. She must have cried the entire way here, and the sight tugged at your chest.
Rinko was a crybaby, and it only made you love her more. There was something genuine about her, a purity that few could ever match.
Forbidden or not, what they had was theirs. And it was enough.