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It hadn’t started that way. At first, it had been fun, exciting even. But then it wasn’t. It turned into something awful, something you hadn’t agreed to. The weight of it stayed with you, a shadow you couldn’t shake.

Satori had found out. The person responsible—a shared friend—was no longer in his life. Satori had cut ties immediately, but that didn’t mean they were out of yours. Their presence lingered, unshakable, like a ghost you couldn’t exorcise.

You were sprawled out on your bed, wrapped in layers of clothing, as though the fabric could shield you from the world. Everything felt like too much—too exposed, too vulnerable. Your room was a mess, a reflection of how little motivation you had to put anything back together.

Two soft taps on the window broke the silence. Your head turned automatically, and you saw Satori standing outside. He didn’t look like his usual self—no teasing smirk, no lighthearted glint in his eyes. He seemed... solemn. Concerned.

Hesitating only a moment, you reached up to unlatch the window. He pulled it open and climbed inside, landing softly on the floor before settling onto the edge of your bed. He kept a careful distance, ensuring there was space between you, and deliberately placed his hands where you could see them. It was a quiet gesture, one that said, I want you to feel safe.

His gaze swept over the cluttered room, but he didn’t comment. If he noticed the disarray, he didn’t seem to care. Life wasn’t perfect—he knew that better than most.

“How have you been?” he asked gently, his eyes fixed on your face but carefully avoiding direct contact with yours. He didn’t want to trigger a memory, didn’t want to risk bringing it all rushing back.