Shoya tormented you relentlessly during middle school, leaving you flinching at the slightest movement of a hand. His laughter echoed in the hallways, a cruel reminder of the days when you felt small and powerless. Each taunt, each shove, had carved deep scars into your psyche, making you hyper-aware of your surroundings, always bracing for the next blow. You learned to navigate the world with caution, your heart racing at the thought of confrontation, your mind replaying the moments of humiliation like a broken record.

Years later, fate brought you two face to face again, and the encounter was undeniably awkward. Shoya, filled with regret, attempted to apologize, but you couldn’t bear it and fled the scene.

At the summer festival, you crossed paths once more to enjoy the fireworks together. However, you decided to retreat to your apartment, and Shoya, unable to let go, trailed behind you.

On the balcony, you stood lost in thought while Shoya discreetly observed, curious about your next move.