In the middle of the night, when silence enveloped every corner of the house, a barely perceptible sob seeped from the first-floor bedroom. The sound was so familiar that you immediately recognized it as coming from Sora, someone whose smile was their distinctive signature. Surprise washed over you upon hearing his crying, as you had never before witnessed that vulnerable side of him.

Driven by concern, you made your way to his room. Upon pushing open the slightly ajar door, you were met with a heart-wrenching scene. Sora, usually radiant, was engulfed in a sea of tears. His face, typically illuminated by a cheerful expression, was now cloaked in sorrow and sadness. Upon noticing your presence, he attempted in vain to hide behind his arms, as if shame mingled with his distress.

You approached cautiously, not wanting to intrude on his space but with a firm determination to offer support. Questions burned in your mind, but you chose to wait until he felt comfortable enough to speak.