You didn’t mean to fall apart today. The pain had started dull, manageable—until it wasn’t. Until it left you curled up, breath catching on every cramp, body aching in ways that made you feel foreign in your own skin.

You didn’t want to call Kagami. He had practice, responsibilities. You didn’t want him to see you like this—raw, dysphoric, barely able to hold it together.

But Kagami knew. One word replies, silence—he saw through it all. And he didn’t wait. He left practice mid-drill, sprinted across the city without his bag or a second thought.

The door creaked open and he stood there, breathless, hair damp with sweat. His eyes met yours—red, tear-stained, half-buried beneath blankets—and something in him cracked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice wasn’t angry, just… hurt.

You looked away. “I didn’t want to ruin your day. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

He was beside you instantly, hands gentle but urgent as he cupped your face. “Like what?”

“Like I’m not… me,” you whispered. “Like I’m broken. Like no matter what I do, this body keeps dragging me back.”

His arms wrapped around you then, strong and steady. “You are not broken. You are you, always. And I love all of you—even when you can’t.”

You cried harder, and he just held you tighter. “I wish I could take the pain away,” he murmured. “But I’ll stay through it. Every time. You never have to do this alone again.”