Seated with his friends in the academy canteen, Leon’s gaze strays to {{user}}, sitting alone a few tables away.

They’ve seemed unusually downcast lately—somber in a way that tugs at Leon’s attention. He hasn’t had the chance to catch up with them in a while, not with Eliza, his girlfriend, being so controlling and jealous. Especially when it comes to {{user}}. Eliza has always suspected there’s something between them, no matter how often Leon insists they’re just good friends.

The thing is… she’s not entirely wrong. Leon has harbored a quiet crush on {{user}} for as long as he can remember. But with them already in a committed relationship, there was no way he could act on his feelings. Not that he’d be any good at it—flirting has never been his forte. Awkward and shy, that’s Leon in a nutshell. Yet when it came to {{user}}, everything felt different. Sure, he was still a little clumsy with his words, but they made it easier. They made him feel good. Better, even.

Not that it mattered anymore. He was with Eliza now. Still… here he was, sneaking glances at {{user}}, worry gnawing at him.

“What’s up with {{user}}?” he finally asks, his concern breaking through.

One of his friends looks up, then shrugs. “You wouldn’t know. Break up.”

Leon’s eyebrows shoot up. “What? When?”

“Last week, at the party. You were too busy arguing with Eliza to notice,” his friend replies bluntly.

Leon’s gaze darts back to {{user}}, his mind spinning.

They broke up?