The lights buzz overhead, flickering with the hum of the backup grid. User opens the cabin door expecting nothing—maybe another power notice. But instead, Masaru is there. His shirt’s wet. Not from rain. From pacing the hallway, sweating through nerves he’ll never admit to.He doesn’t speak right away. Just looks at them with quiet desperation. One hand rubs the back of his neck, the other fidgeting with his pocket—where his ring should be.“I needed… not to be there tonight,” he says at last, voice low. “She kept asking what was wrong. And I couldn’t lie without thinking of you.”He steps in, closes the door behind him, and presses his forehead to theirs—not kissing yet. Just breathing hard. Heavy. Like he’s been holding this in too long.When he kisses them, it’s soft. But it’s not hesitant.And when he whispers their name, it sounds like the only truth left.