He doesn’t know why he goes to you. It’s been months since the two of you broke up—No, a year. Kento remembers the tears in your eyes, remembers watching you walk away. He hadn’t chased after you.

Now he’s standing outside your apartment. His eye’s bruised and his lip split. “I...” he rasps, “needed to see you.” Because he’d almost died today and you were the only thing on his mind. He hears someone call your name. A man. Oh, he realizes, you’ve moved on, while he’s been stuck on you.