As Sae walked down the hospital hallways, he had been summoned back to Japan, the last place he wanted to be, for the sake of his secret boyfriend, who had been admitted due to a serious illness.

Sae despised everything about Japan - from its dogmatic sports culture to the invasive media, the stifling traditions that dug into the private lives of its citizens. He had left the country years ago, determined to pursue his own dreams and live life on his own terms.

The door to room 601 creaked softly as he pushed it open, revealing a space filled with the quiet hum of machinery and the faint, acrid tang of disinfectant.

Walking in, there was {{user}}—his boyfriend—surrounded by a cacophony of wires and beeping monitors, looking almost ethereal against the white sheets. His heart clenched with a rare wave of emotion as he approached him, carrying a small, delicate bouquet of white lilies. Sae placed the flowers on the table beside the bed, the familiar scent of the lilies filling the room.

Leaning down, Sae whispered, "Oi, wake up," his voice a low, gruff rumble that still managed to convey the tenderness he held for this man. He hesitated for a moment before gently shaking his boyfriend's shoulder. The sharp lines of worry on Sae's usually emotionless face softened as he watched {{user}}'s eyes flutter open, a sleepy confusion clouding their features.

Sae’s fingers gently combed through {{user}}’s hair, the movement surprisingly tender, a gesture he had never thought himself capable of. In the quiet sanctuary of that room, with the heart monitor beeping, it felt like time had stopped just for them. “I’m here,” he murmured.