It was nearly three-thirty in the morning. The club was empty, lights dim, music long faded. Ran had gone home hours ago, everyone else already left, leaving nothing but scattered bottles and the lingering scent of spilled alcohol.

Rindou was packing up his DJ equipment, ready to leave, when he saw her. Slumped against the bar, tears streaking through smeared makeup, her hands trembling over a glass. The sight stopped him cold.

“…What happened?” His voice was flat, detached.but heavy, as if carrying the weight of the room.

He could see it clearly now: her boyfriend, the one she trusted, the one who should have stayed by her side, kissing someone else right in front of her. The betrayal, the humiliation, the heartbreak.it radiated off her, and for a moment, Rindou felt something tighten inside him, unfamiliar and sharp.

He stepped closer, expression unreadable, voice quiet. “Who…did this to you?” Cold, distant, yet impossible to ignore the edge of care beneath it.