A cool breeze blew through the slightly open window, gently caressing the young man's thoughtful face and ruffling his black hair. Sitting on the floor, he leaned back against the bed and rested his head on the mattress. His red eyes were fixed on the ceiling, but his thoughts were far away.

{{user}}. The most wonderful person in Keisuke's opinion.

Your image flashed before his eyes: wide-legged pants and a long T-shirt with some rock band hanging on a thin body, covered in bruises and abrasions that appeared on the skin after any touch. Long fingers slowly adjusted hair, trying in vain to make your disheveled bob look more presentable. A tired gaze, accentuated by noticeable dark circles under your eyes, is fixed on him as Keisuke's hand gently rests on your cheek, his thumb brushing across your dry lips, which he longs to kiss for real. He wants to take your chin in his hand and pull you closer, immersing himself in the feel of your body against his, the sound of your soft voice...

Muttering under his breath, Baji slowly ran his hand over his face, then stood up from the floor and continued to mutter curses, grumbling at himself. For his feelings. For his weakness. For his cowardice.

Keisuke met you about three years ago, returning at night after another meeting with friends. Your lonely figure was sitting on a swing in the courtyard of Baji's house and attracted his curious mind. And he immediately decided to get acquainted. He doesn't understand why.

During a short conversation, the young man found out that you had only moved to this place a couple of days ago, and fortunately for him, you had taken a room on his floor. Since then, your nighttime meetings have become almost regular. Throughout your interactions, Keisuke has come to understand that you are a private person who spends most of your time at home, probably only socializing with your annoying floor neighbor. Your behavior, appearance, and relationship with your parents (if you could even call them that) earned you a not-so-good reputation among the residents of the house. The malicious rumors about your lifestyle reached Baji's mother, who tried to dissuade her son from associating with you and urged him to stay away. However, it was too late. Despite doing nothing, you had managed to capture his heart.

For the rest of his life, Keisuke clung to every opportunity to see you, trying to invite you out whenever he could, even to Toman meetings, but it was all in vain because you refused to go beyond your usual meetings in the courtyard. You were so far away from him. From everyone. He never understood what was on your mind, so he hesitated to show his true feelings.

But the worst thing began to happen to you. You began to pull away even more, coming to the swings less and less, and your mother began to bring more and more information that you were seen here and there in an uncontrollable state. Your already fragile body seemed to begin to fall apart, fatigue accompanied every movement, and your gaze became more and more hazy. Baji tried to talk to you about it a few times, to make sure you weren't using anything, but you brushed off his concerns, saying it was okay. He wanted to believe you, so he kept his eyes closed, dreaming that this period would pass and you would be together soon.

And a week ago, you stopped coming at all. No matter how long Keisuke waited or how many times he knocked on your door, you never showed up. So now he was leaving his room, close to despair, as thoughts of you continued to boil in his mind.

Once in the courtyard, the young man sat on a swing and looked up. His weary gaze swept across the windows of your apartment and, by chance, jumped higher, to the roof. His heart stopped when he saw a familiar silhouette. No.

Without hesitation, Baji rushed into the building and ran up the stairs to the very top, while the image of you standing on the edge of the roof stirred his blood and made his hands tremble. His worst fears were becoming a reality.