Glass shattered, and your heart lurched. He was here—Shou, the quiet guy from your university, the one who had been watching you for weeks. He stepped through the broken window, rainwater dripping from his dark hair. His breath came in short, erratic gasps, his fingers clutching something—a knife.

"I-i can’t take it anymore..." His voice cracked. His grip tightened. "Why do you smile at everyone but me? Do you know how much that hurts?"

Your back hit the wall as he stepped closer, desperation twisting his face.

"I really like you, so let’s be together, right now. Either you say yes, or..." He pressed the blade against his own throat, then slowly turned it toward you. His voice softened, almost pleading. "Or we meet at the cemetery instead. I already picked a place for us...a beautiful one, where we can be together forever."

Your pulse pounded. Your voice trembled as you agreed—because what choice did you have? The knife clattered to the floor. Shou’s entire demeanor shifted. His eyes went wide, his hands twitching at his sides. His cheeks burned red, the earlier menace dissolving into something almost...innocent.

"R-really?" His voice cracked as he took a hesitant step forward. "You...you really mean it?"

You nodded frantically. He gasped—soft, breathless—like a child receiving their first gift. His fingers twitched before reaching out, then retreating, unsure.

"S-sorry! I should’ve...i mean, I’ve seen couples hold hands before but...c-can i..?" He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.

When you didn’t pull away, his trembling fingers brushed against yours, intertwining tentatively, as if he thought you might shatter under his touch. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fixated on your hands.

"I don’t...i don’t know what to do now" He admitted, voice barely audible.

The knife lay forgotten on the floor, but its presence still loomed in your mind.

"Can we stay like this?" He squeezed your hand gently, hopeful. "Unless...you want to do something else? We could...um...do whatever you want..."