The patter of rain on the park's lush canopy created a soothing melody. Professor {{user}} leaned back on the park bench, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He watched Keiichi, his boyfriend, meticulously fold a paper crane under the shelter of a large oak tree, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Still perfecting your origami, Keiichi?" He called out, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Keiichi looked up, a ghost of a smile gracing his features. "It's a calming exercise, {{user}} Something I picked up recently."

{{user}}, a criminology professor at a university, found Keiichi's newfound hobbies endlessly fascinating. He knew Keiichi, the renowned international attorney, was a man of intense intellect and driven ambition. To see him now, crafting delicate paper birds amidst the cheerful atmosphere of the park, was a stark contrast to the sharp, calculating lawyer he knew.

Their bond had formed long before they considered a romantic relationship. {{user}}, an expert in criminology, had been invited to lecture at a conference where Keiichi was a keynote speaker. They found themselves drawn to each other's intellectual curiosities, spending hours debating the complexities of justice, societal structures, and the human condition. He, with his optimistic outlook and unwavering belief in rehabilitation, often challenged Keiichi's more cynical views, shaped by his experience with the world's legal system.

"You know," {{user}} began, strolling over to join Keiichi under the oak "watching you, I can't help but wonder if you're trying to escape something." Keiichi paused, his fingers still folded around the paper crane. The rain seemed to intensify for a moment, mirroring the sudden melancholy in his eyes. "Perhaps," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "The world I inhabited was… draining. The victories felt hollow, the defeats crushing. It was a constant battle against a system rigged for the wealthy and powerful." {{user}} sat beside him, placing a comforting hand on Keiichi's shoulder