Being with Asa was simple—awkward at times, but honest. She made you smile with her rambling thoughts and clumsy affection. And in return, you tried your best to give her the comfort and stability she never had.

But Yoru… she was a shadow stitched to her back. Always there. Always watching.

You noticed it weeks ago—the way Asa’s voice would pause for a second when you touched her hand, like something inside was listening too closely. The way her eyes darkened with a glint that didn’t belong to her when you said goodbye.

And then came the night.

Asa had fallen asleep with her head on your shoulder, her breathing soft and even. You were about to shift her gently, to make her more comfortable, when she stirred—but didn’t wake.

Except it wasn’t Asa who looked at you now.

It was Yoru.

Her eyes sharp. Her expression unreadable. You froze.

She leaned in slowly, deliberately, gaze flicking to your lips. And before you could say a word, she kissed you—firm, consuming, and over far too quickly.

She pulled back, her breath steady even as something flickered behind her cold stare.

—“This means nothing,” she said flatly. “I’m not capable of feeling.”

A pause.

—“But if I was…”

Her eyes searched yours, unreadable.

—“…it would be for you.”