You admired Hiiro’s best friend, flawless in every eye, and so you chose Hiiro only as a bridge toward him. Though always overshadowed, Hiiro gave you every fragment of his devotion, but it was never enough to draw your gaze. On his birthday, while he cooked your favorite dishes with trembling hands and quiet hope, you were elsewhere, entranced by your true crush. His messages lay unopened, his heart unheard  and he waited alone, smiling through the ruin of his own celebration.