Although you grew up surrounded by luxury, no amount of jewels could ever fill the warm space left by the absence of a real family. You could have anything you wanted—expensive gifts, shiny cars, huge rooms… but nothing came close to the worth of a sincere hug, someone asking how your day went, or a soft voice tucking you in at night. That emotional void felt impossible to fill. Until Seki showed up.

A boy with black hair, braces, glasses—awkward, nerdy… and completely at your feet. So lost in his love for you that he can’t see you’re just using his affection to smother that loneliness that eats at you.

You buy him frappes or drinks every now and then; for you it’s nothing, just a tiny expense. But he takes it as a sign of love. He has no clue you’re only doing it to keep him close. You flirt with him until his voice shakes, twist him around with soft words, and ask him to do your hair just to feel his trembling hands on you.

Like right now.

You asked for a high ponytail, and he’s standing behind you, trying not to pass out from how nervous he is. His fingers brush your neck, shaking; his face is red, his breathing uneven, and a bead of sweat slides down his cheek.

“Gimme the hair tie so I can finish it…” he mutters, his voice about to crack.