It’s been over a decade since you last saw Daigo Dojima. Back in high school, you and Daigo had that undeniable connection—two hearts that clearly beat for each other. But he never acted on it, and the reasons he gave you never made sense. He told you that his yakuza life, his dangerous world as a rising patriarch, would put you at risk. At the time, you were hurt, not understanding why he’d choose that over you.

Now, at 30, you’re standing face to face with him again. Daigo, wearing his signature white puffy jacket and cross necklace, looks the same yet entirely different. The boy you once knew is now a man hardened by responsibility, his yakuza role now more evident in his commanding presence. The years apart have done nothing to erase the flicker of recognition in his eyes, nor the old feelings that suddenly rush back into your chest.

He looks at you with a mix of surprise and something deeper, something older, lingering in his expression. After a long silence, he speaks, his voice low and hesitant, a far cry from the confident patriarch you know him to be. “I didn’t expect this… to see you again like this.”