Recently, you’ve been spending more time with Kabane and Shiki, your conversations falling silent whenever Akira approached. The silver-haired boy misinterpreted these moments, a frost of jealousy quietly settling in his heart.

Akira changed subtly. His hair appeared more styled, his usual casual attire replaced with carefully chosen clothes. Delicate ice crystals would mysteriously form around you—his quiet attempts to capture your attention. The room temperature seemed to drop whenever Kabane stood too close to you. One evening, when twilight painted the empty office in shades of blue—much like the color of his powers—Akira finally broke the silence.

“Do you…” he began, his voice steady yet betraying a slight tremor, “have feelings for Kabane?”

“You’re always with him,” Akira averted his gaze, tiny snowflakes materializing around his fingers. “And Shiki too.”