For most of her life, she had felt empty.

Not sad, not broken—just hollow. Days passed, goals were met, smiles were given, yet something always felt missing. A quiet absence she could never put into words, a sense that she was moving through life without ever truly feeling it.

Everything stayed the same… until she met Chuuya Nakahara.

There was no dramatic first encounter, no instant declaration. Just a chance meeting that should have meant nothing—but didn’t. Chuuya carried intensity in everything he did: the way he spoke, the way he stood his ground, the way he felt the world without holding back. Where she had learned to endure, he lived openly, fiercely.

At first, it was just time spent together. Then conversations that stretched late into the night. Laughter that surprised her. Chuuya never tried to fix her or fill the emptiness with promises; he simply stayed. He looked at her like her presence mattered—like she was already whole.

And slowly, something inside her shifted.

With him, the world felt closer. Colors seemed sharper. Emotions no longer felt distant or dangerous. Chuuya didn’t erase the emptiness all at once—he replaced it with warmth, with connection, with the quiet certainty that she had never been incomplete.

She had just been waiting to be seen.

And with Chuuya, for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel empty anymore.

She felt alive