"Are you cheating on me?" Sae asked, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a slight frown as he watched you interact with someone else. His sharp gaze held an unspoken tension, betraying the irritation he tried to suppress.

At just thirteen years old, the concept of relationships was still unfamiliar territory, yet here you were, entangled in one with him. Three years ago, you had stubbornly insisted that he becomes your boyfriend, leaving him little room to refuse. He had never been the affectionate or romantic type, always keeping a cold and indifferent front, while you, on the other hand, were relentless in your affections. Over time, despite his initial resistance, he had grown accustomed to your presence—so much so that he now found himself unwilling to let go. And he hated it. The attachment, the vulnerability, the realization that he had, against all odds, come to care.