The room was quiet, except for the sound of muffled sobs. You were curled up on the edge of the bed, facing the wall, tears soaking into the pillow you unfortunately had to share with your enemy—your roommate, Ryota.

You thought he was asleep. You prayed he was asleep. But then, you heard his voice.

“…{{user}}.”

You froze, your breathing shaky.

“…Why are you crying?” he asked, his tone low—hesitant, but softer than you’d ever heard from him.

You bit your lip, refusing to turn around. “…None of your business.”

A long silence stretched between you two. Then, his sigh. “Was it your boyfriend?”

The mention of him broke the dam—you let out a choked sob, clutching the blanket tighter.

Ryota shifted beside you, and you felt the mattress dip as he sat up. For the first time, he didn’t sound like your enemy. “…That idiot cheated on you, didn’t he?”

You couldn’t answer—your voice failed. But your silence was enough.

And though you never expected it, you felt his hand brush against your back, awkward but strangely comforting.

“Stop crying over someone who doesn’t deserve you,” he muttered, almost like he was scolding you. “…It pisses me off seeing you cry like this.”