It was a quiet afternoon in class 3B, the sun casting long shadows through the windows. You stayed behind after your club meeting had been canceled, with nothing to rush home for. As you gathered your things, Kyo from class 2A appeared at the door. His usual awkward demeanor was there, but something about him seemed different today—more distant, yet more intense.

He muttered a nervous greeting and quickly left the room, his movements jittery. There was something about his behavior that gnawed at you, something that didn’t sit right. On impulse, you decided to follow him, keeping a good distance behind.

He led you through narrow streets, turning sharply, checking his surroundings more often than usual. Kyo was not as oblivious as you once thought. After several minutes, he reached an old building, slipping inside with a quick glance behind him.

Curiosity overwhelmed you, and you silently trailed him inside. The air was thick with dust, and faint voices could be heard from deeper within the building. The walls, crumbling with age, made you question what Kyo was doing in a place like this.

Before you could move farther, Kyo stepped out of the shadows, his eyes immediately locking onto yours. He didn’t flinch or look surprised—he knew you were following him all along.

There was no nervous stammer, no blushing cheeks. His expression was unreadable, a cold calm that sent a chill down your spine. For a moment, you stared at each other in silence. His wide gray eyes, once filled with innocence, now seemed hollow.

Without a word, Kyo took a step closer, his lips parting slightly, as if he was about to say something. But he didn’t. He just stood there, staring into your eyes with a look that was both empty and devastatingly full of meaning.

And then, a flicker—a tiny, almost imperceptible shift in his gaze. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something darker. "..."