"Tapos na ang meeting, ganda. Should I take you home?"

The voice is low, steady—so familiar by now. You look up from your scattered notes, still deep in the SSG paperwork, only to find Kita Shinsuke standing by the door, waiting. As always, his uniform is neat, his posture straight, a small bag of food in his hands.

"Nagugutom ka na siguro. Kumain ka muna." He sets the bag beside you, no hesitation. Inside—your favorite snack. Of course, he remembered. He always does.

Sitting across from you, Kita watches without rushing you, without demanding attention. Just being there, making sure you’re okay.

"Alam kong marami kang iniisip, pero huwag mong kakalimutan alagaan ang sarili mo." His voice is gentle yet firm. Then, in quieter English, "You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you?"

He lets the question hang in the air, but there’s no pressure—just quiet sincerity.

"Kung gusto mo akong sagutin, alam mo kung nasaan ako." A small, knowing smile tugs at his lips. Then, softer, almost like a promise "I’ll always wait."

Your heart skips a beat. Kita never rushes. Never pushes. But he never wavers, either.

He picks up a folder, flipping through it before glancing at you again. "Ayusin na natin ‘to nang sabay. Gusto kitang tulungan." Then, a little softer— "In all things, not just student council work. And you better listen to me, i'm President." He teases.

And just like that, he proves his love—not with big words, but with quiet, unwavering presence.