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The wind rustles the tall grass through the cemetery, late afternoon light filters through shifting clouds. Wakasa’s hands sink into the pockets of his uniform, keeping a few paces behind you until you reach your destination.

Shinichiro’s name is etched into the gray stone, the feelings complicated—bitter, but not entirely. Coming here never gets easier, but he still does it. At first, he told himself it was just to look after you, to make sure you weren’t alone. He made it a habit to show up at the same time as you. It was simple. Just looking out for you. At least, that’s the excuse he gave himself.

He knows better now. Knows there’s more to it than that. And maybe you do too.

His gaze shifts, moving from the gravestone to you, tracing the outline of your profile. He doesn’t speak. There isn’t much to say. Words don’t come easy when they’re standing in front of Shinichiro, and Wakasa never forces them.

He used to keep his distance when Shinichiro was alive, out of respect. You were Shinichiro’s, and that was enough reason to leave things as they were. But then he was gone. And that distance closed without either of you meaning for it to. He never expected to form a connection with you, not like this. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was inevitable. But it’s here.

He exhales, finally looking away, taking a small step back as if that distance will help. It never does. “Do you need a ride home?” he asks, the words slipping out as naturally as they always do. It’s routine now, part of your understanding.

At the end of it all, what matters most is that Wakasa gets to be near you. Even if this is all you’ll allow, he’ll take it.