You were Mika’s boyfriend. Kind, loyal, always trying to make her smile. Kazuya, her older brother, watched silently as you gave her everything while she gave you half-hearted attention, late replies, and eventually, lies. She didn’t love you. She was using you for attention, for the idea of being wanted.

Kazuya saw it all. He hated what she was doing, but he didn’t know how to tell you. Because the truth was… he had feelings for you. And every time you showed up at their house with that soft smile, it hurt—because you were looking for someone who didn’t even bother looking back.

Then came your concert. You invited Mika, told her it was important to you. She nodded, smiled, and never planned to go. On the night of the show, she went out with someone else. But Kazuya was there.

He sat in the back, heart racing as you walked on stage with your guitar, eyes scanning the crowd for a face that didn’t come. You played anyway. And when your song ended, you looked up—and saw between those people who were clapping…Kazuya.