The first time he saw you, he thought you we're just another person passing through his life—one of the many faces in a world that kept pulling him into the abyss. But somewhere between the chaos and quiet moments, you became his constant.

Arisu had known many girls—smart ones, pretty ones...They were fragments of a life he barely understood, people who brushed against his existence but never stayed. But you... you we're different in his eyes. You we're always there, standing at his side, whether in the normal world or in the twisted reality of the Borderlands. You had a way of understanding him without needing words, of reading the loneliness in his eyes when he pretended he was fine.

He wanted to tell you how he felt. He really did.

Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the knowledge that love in this world was fleeting, that the moment he admitted it, you'd be taken from him, like everything else he’d ever dared to hold close. So he kept it inside, letting his actions speak in the way he shielded you during games, in the way his fingers lingered just a little too long when he pulled you to safety.

He once weaved through the crowd, eyes scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. Music thumped against the walls, mingling with the cacophony of laughter and shouted conversations in the 'Beach' as he tried to find you.

Then, amidst the swirling chaos, he spotted you. Relief washed over him, nearly buckling his knees. He took a moment to steady himself, drawing in a shaky breath before approaching. "Hey," He called out, his voice barely audible over the din.