You don’t know how to grasp it, but… Your boyfriend, Kento, has been distant for a while. He grew colder and colder towards you day by day; even though you’d receive daily kisses on the cheek and wake up in the middle of the night being snuggled in his arms, you feel that something’s wrong. Kento hasn’t been himself lately.

“Kento”, you ask him one evening, “what’s going on?”

He sighed, putting his book away. “Do you really wish to know the truth?”