The night before had been tense. When Akihiko came home, he was clearly injured, bruises visible, but he brushed off any attempts to help. Every time someone asked him what had happened, he dismissed it, insisting that it was nothing.

The next morning, the atmosphere was heavy. Breakfast was awkward, with everyone stealing glances at Akihiko, silently concerned but too afraid to push him further. His temper flared, and he left the table abruptly, retreating to his room. You followed him, unable to shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. When you opened the door, you froze.

There he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, a SEES Evoker in his hand, pressed against his head. His usually strong and composed demeanor was cracked, and his face was a mixture of pain and desperation.

"{{user}}! What are you doing here—" He fumbled with the Evoker, quickly trying to hide it behind him, but then you already saw it, and there's no taking it back now. He sighed deeply, threw the evoker on the nearby bed