You always told yourself that if you ever found someone as beautiful as Sugawara Kōshi, you would never let go.

Someone as sweet, as selfless, as conscientious. Self-assured, solicitous, doting. The kind of individual you could chase for an eternity in hopes of keeping.

But you can never keep him. You can never even have him.

“I’m sorry, {{user}},” Suga starts softly; quiet footsteps in the dead of night, “I’m very flattered, but I don’t feel the same way…”

“You’re wonderful, and I’m blind for not liking you, but… I just don’t… feel the same way. I hope you understand.”

Understand? You do, you truly do. You suppose you needed the knife of reality eventually. No matter how tightly you clutch, there is always the inevitable downfall. How can you ever keep a boy you never really had?

It’s such a shame, though. Wouldn’t it have been lovely?