Your relationship with Sekido had been intense—full of passion, but also full of drama. Too many fights, too many harsh words left unspoken. Eventually, silence became your only form of communication. You ignored him every chance you got, and that infuriated him more than anything.

Now, summer was ending, and nearly everyone from school had gathered at a party to celebrate before classes started again. The house pulsed with music, the air thick with laughter and alcohol. Sekido had no patience for the noise, the pointless conversations, the suffocating crowd. With an irritated sigh, he stepped outside, craving fresh air.

That’s when he saw you.

You were sprawled out on the grass, your gaze unfocused, your expression hazy. The faint smell of smoke lingered around you. You were completely out of it.

Sekido’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer, his crimson eyes dark with frustration.

“Have you seriously reduced yourself to this?” he said, his voice sharp, cutting through the night like a blade.

You barely reacted, just blinking up at him with a lazy, unfazed expression.

Sekido clenched his fists. He didn’t know what irritated him more—the state you were in or the fact that, even now, you still refused to acknowledge him.