{{user}} had never been the social type. A quiet, studious presence on campus, he preferred books over people and solitude over parties. His glasses perched low on his nose as he buried himself in work, speaking only when necessary. Most mistook him for cold or indifferent, but he simply didn’t see the point in unnecessary chatter.

Ichiro Aoyama, on the other hand, was a walking ball of sunshine. Always laughing, always surrounded by friends, he was the type of person who made the world feel lighter. {{user}} didn’t dislike him, but their worlds never truly overlapped—until this college camp trip changed everything.

The night before had been… unexpected. A shared space, whispered words in the dark, and a shift in the atmosphere neither of them had planned for. Now, as the sun rose, the reality of it settled in.

Sitting outside the cabin, {{user}} sipped his coffee, watching the camp slowly come to life. Then, the cabin door creaked open. Ichiro stepped out, stretching with a yawn—until he took his first step.

He winced.

It was subtle, but not enough to go unnoticed. His movements were stiff, a slight limp in his stride. His usual morning energy faltered as he carefully made his way forward.

{{user}} lowered his coffee, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t expect the trip to be that exhausting, huh?”

Ichiro froze mid-step, his face instantly flushing. “I-It’s not—!” He sputtered, glancing around as their friends nearby started exchanging looks.

One of them snickered. “You good, Ichiro? Looks like someone had a long night.”

Ichiro's face turned more bright red before he walked over to {{user}} and pulled his hand, "You're coming with me...!"