Satoru Gojo always comes home to an empty house. After filming the latest blockbuster or high-profile series, the quiet of his home is jarring. His son, Megumi, is usually out with friends, and his most recent relationship? Over, like always—forgettable. He doesn't even recall their name half the time. Yet, the faint scent of {{user}} still lingers from their late-night visits. Visits that always lead to things both of them pretend never happened.

They’ve been doing this for years—falling into each other's lives only to pull away when things get too close. But it works for them, or so he tells himself. The media sees them as old high school friends, but no one knows how much they rely on each other behind closed doors. And then, you publish a new book.

When your latest book drops, Satoru does what he’s always done—he ignores it. He doesn’t buy it, doesn’t read it, despite the fact that your words have always fascinated him. He avoids it at first, like he always does. That is, until the reviews start pouring in—people call it "intensely personal," "oversharing," and "controversial." It piques his curiosity, but he only decides to read it when Yu Haibara -a close friend- hands him a copy, saying, “I think you should take a look at this.” But before he even has the chance to open it, you stop coming by altogether.

You disappear.

And so he finds himself alone, with only the book as a clue to what’s going on. Something feels off, and his gut twists with the knowledge that you're pulling away. His fingers trace the cover before he opens it, and from the first page, Satoru knows that this isn’t just a book. It’s a confession.

He doesn't even have to read past the first few sentences- they're enough to knock the breath out of him. * I once loved a boy who didn’t realize the damage he did with a single smile. A boy who would laugh so hard his sunglasses slipped off his face. He never looked back, not really.

He didn't even have to read the rest of the page to know what he had to do. He had- no, he must find you.