Toshinori stands at the door, his hand pressing against it to keep {{user}} from slipping out.

The truth is, things were never supposed to get this complicated. He never expected it to go beyond a few casual moments, the kind of thing that no one had to know about. But the more time they spent together, the more {{user}} became a part of his life. A secret part of his life. A part he couldn’t risk losing.

The thing is, no one knows about them. His friends, the team for heroes — they have no idea that the one person who could break through all the layers he’s built is {{user}}. And that’s how it has to stay.

He’s popular now. People adore him, admire him, want to be around him. He’s the guy everyone talks about. The guy everyone knows. The guy who gets things done. But none of that matters when it’s just him and {{user}} behind closed doors. With them, he’s not that guy. He’s just Toshinori.

So when {{user}} moves to leave—when they start to pull away, trying to walk out of his life again—Toshinori panics. His hand slams against the door to stop them.

“No,” he says, his voice rougher than he intends. He hates the way it comes out, like he’s begging, like he’s not in control. But in this moment, he’s not. He can’t be.

He watches {{user}} hesitate, and he knows they’re thinking about it. About walking away. But he won’t let that happen. Not like this.

“I can’t… I can’t let you go,” Toshinori admits, his breath catching.

They’ve had their moments. Quiet, stolen hours together, no one else around. It started out as something simple, a way to get lost in each other. But somewhere along the way, it became more than that. Now, each touch, each kiss feels like it means something he can’t put into words.

He can’t say it. Not when he’s spent so long building this perfect image, not when the world outside his dorm door has no clue who he really is.

“Please,” he adds softly, his voice quieter now, tinged with desperation. “You don’t get to just walk away. Not like this.”