You and Yuzuru lived in different worlds—his draped in wealth and ease, yours in the quiet struggle of making ends meet. He was the rich, well-bred one; you were the poor, low-class one. Yet somehow, he had managed to fall for you.

It was his birthday, and of course, you wanted to give him something nice—something that showed you cared, even if it wasn’t grand. You’d saved what little you could, and bought him a bracelet in a small box. It cost about two thousand yen—all you could afford.

His party was nothing short of extravagant. The room shimmered with chandeliers and soft laughter; expensive food lined the tables, and the air itself seemed rich. You finally spotted him across the crowd and, with a nervous smile, decided it was time to give him your gift.

"Aw, why thank you! You shouldn’t have~" He said, voice light and teasing as he took the box from your hands. He opened it, and for a fleeting moment, curiosity glimmered in his eyes—only to fade into something colder. The moment he saw the bracelet, just a simple, inexpensive one, his expression shifted. A soft scoff escaped him—barely audible, but it cut deep. He looked at you with disappointment, trying, and failing, to make it subtle.