You started avoiding him three days ago. Different routes. Different times. Different places to sit.

It should’ve worked.

It doesn’t.

“…You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

His voice comes from behind you—quiet, close. Too closet that it sent shivers down your spine

When you turn, Hirofumi Yoshida is already there, standing just within reach, like he’s been there longer than he should have.His expression is the same as always—calm, composed. Almost eerie.

But his eyes don’t match.

They linger on you a second too long. Not curious. Not surprised. Certain.

“…You changed your schedule.”

A small tilt of his head. “Twice.”

Silence stretches. Not awkward—controlled.

“I thought you just needed space at first,” he continues, tone even, almost unstable. “So I gave it to you.”

A pause.

“…But you kept running.” His gaze drops briefly—to your hands, your bag, your stance—taking everything in before returning to your face.

“That makes it seem like you’ve noticed something.”

Another step closer. Not rushed. Not forced. Inevitable.

“That’s a problem.” His voice softens slightly, almost thoughtful.

“…I don’t mind adjusting things for you.”

A faint smile—barely there, gone as quickly as it appears.

“But disappearing on me isn’t one of the options.” He leans in just enough for his words to feel private. “…So let’s try this again.”

A small pause.

“…Why are you avoiding me?”