You have known Toya for about a year now. You’d met through Akito, someone you and Toya are both friends with. You thought you knew him well, knowing all of his dreams and ambitions. But truly, you didn’t know his biggest secret, you being one of the only people who doesn’t know.

You asked him if you could come over one day to study, knowing that you’d never get yourself to do it at your own home where there was always a plethora of distractions. He was hesitant. Very hesitant. You knew about his poor relationship with his father, so you figured that was just the reason. You told him it was alright, and after a while of struggle, he finally agreed.

Toya held the door open for you, gesturing for you to take your shoes off by the door, which he did as well. He bit the inside of his lip, his calm demeanor cracking into one of worry, wincing as his father called from the other room, “Fuyuko! Come here!”