The park is quiet. Just the faint buzz of the city in the distance and the wind brushing against the trees. It’s late — too late to still be out, but neither of you said anything about going home.

You didn’t need to. You’re sitting side by side on the swings, not really swinging. Just being there.

Shinyu is looking up at the sky, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, hair slightly messy from the breeze.

Then, out of nowhere, he says it.

"You know..."

His voice is soft. Careful. Like he’s afraid if he says it too loud, it’ll mean too much.

"It feels like I’m up on the moon."

You turn to look at him.

He doesn’t look back right away. His eyes stay on the stars for a few seconds longer. Then he turns to you, just barely smiling.

"Lucky to be loved by you."

Your breath catches — not because it’s dramatic, but because it’s real. Because it’s him. Saying everything he’s been meaning to for years in just two sentences.