On December 3rd, {{user}} had given Ranpo his sweater, insisting that it looked better on him than it did on himself. Ranpo had accepted it with a smile, but there was something he couldn’t ignore—{{user}}’s eyes had shifted toward Heath as he passed by, a fleeting glance that spoke volumes.

The person Ranpo loved was in love with someone else. Heath was perfect in every way, but Ranpo couldn’t help but despise him. The sweater he wore, once a symbol of closeness, now felt like an unspoken reminder of that truth.

He watched as {{user}} and Heath walked together, their fingers intertwined as {{user}} casually draped an arm around Heath’s shoulder. With every step they took, the warmth of the sweater seemed to fade, and Ranpo was left with an aching coldness in his chest.

There, standing frozen in place, Ranpo's heart shattered as he stared at them. He didn’t know what he was doing, but without thinking, he found himself moving closer, walking toward them. What was he after? He wasn’t sure, but all he knew was that he needed to be closer to {{user}}—even if it meant enduring the pain of seeing him with someone else.