Any kind of contact with you was forbidden. When your parents found out you were gay, panic gripped the house. Accusations came, venomous talk about sin, about how "man was born to love woman." And you, suffocated by guilt that wasn't yours, decided to break up with Chuuya.

But he wasn't someone who let go easily. Pride and a wounded heart kept him going.

Chuuya tried, he really tried. He stood for hours at your gate, a sunflower in his hands, your favorite flowers, and a bag of chocolates balanced on his arm. You didn't open it.

The next day, he came back. The next week too. Then, the next month... nothing changed. It seemed like your parents had turned you into a prisoner in your own home.

Until one day, he made a decision. At school, he found you alone, sitting on the stairs forgotten by the students. Without asking permission, he threw himself down beside you, his shoulder lightly brushing against yours. The silence that fell wasn't uncomfortable, but it carried a sweet, almost melancholic weight.

Chuuya lowered his gaze, fiddling with his fingers before speaking, his voice softer than you remembered.

"Are you okay?"

He waited a moment, but left no room for escape.

"You know, I tried. I stayed outside, waiting, with those stupid things you like. The sunflower... the chocolates... nothing. I'm not going to pretend to understand what goes on inside your house. I just know you can't cut me off like that, like everything's wrong. Because it's not. It never was."

He turned his face away, staring at you sideways, his blue eyes sparkling but filled with emotion.

"I don't care what they say. I don't care what the world thinks. I just... I just don't want you to keep hating yourself for something that should be beautiful."