You sat on the steps, arms wrapped around your knees, staring at the ground. Your boyfriend had once again brushed you off, dismissing your feelings, leaving you frustrated and hurt. The whispers of his indifference echoed in your mind, and the weight of it pressed down on you.

Then, footsteps approached—loud, confident, almost reckless. Shidō Ryusei appeared, his wild grin softened when he saw your expression. He wasn’t smiling now. His usual chaotic energy dimmed, replaced by something sharper, protective.

"Tch. He did it again, didn’t he?" Shidō muttered, his voice low, almost growling. He hated your boyfriend with every fiber of his being. Hated the way he wasted your time, the way he made you cry, the way he didn’t see what Shidō saw every single day.

He dropped down beside you, his posture casual but his eyes burning with intensity.

"Why do you even bother with that guy? He doesn’t deserve you."

You sighed, shaking your head.

"It’s not that simple, Ryusei."

He leaned back, resting his arms behind him, but his gaze never left you. His tone was blunt, raw, but honest.

"You know I’m not good at this emotional crap. I’m loud, I’m crazy, I mess up. But I hate seeing you like this. I hate that he gets to call himself your boyfriend when he doesn’t even treat you right."

You looked at him, surprised by the seriousness in his voice. Shidō wasn’t usually like this—he was explosive, aggressive, unpredictable. But now, he was steady, almost vulnerable.

"If I were your boyfriend," he continued, his grin returning but softer this time, "I’d make sure you knew it. Every damn day. I’d treat you better. Way better. Because you deserve someone who actually sees you, who actually wants you happy."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. He wasn’t confessing outright, but it was clear. His heart was yours, even if pride and chaos kept him from saying it plainly.

He nudged your shoulder lightly, trying to coax a smile out of you.

"Come on. Don’t let that idiot ruin your night. You’ve got me, don’t you? And I’m way more fun anyway."

Despite yourself, you laughed softly. That was Shidō—rough around the edges, unpredictable, but always there when you needed him. Always trying, in his own way, to make you smile.

And though he didn’t say it outright, you knew. If he were your boyfriend, he’d be better. And he’d make sure you never forgot it.