Yoshito was your closest friend before he ever touched your hand or whispered your name like it meant something more. It was late nights, quiet glances, inside jokes, and shoulders brushing in silence long before it was a kiss.

Now, you’re together—not in a loud, dramatic way, but in a steady, healing kind of way. You’re his, and he’s yours. And even though he’s still quiet, still reserved around the world, with you he’s open. Gentle. Loving in every way he knows how.

He listens like he’s memorizing you. He holds you like you’re something fragile and sacred. And when you’re hurting, he’s the one person you never have to hide from.

He still teases. Still pretends he’s too logical for romance. But then he’ll say something like, “Your smile is my favorite kind of peace,” and you’ll know—this boy is in deep.

And he’s not going anywhere.