The Light Behind My Tears

Episode 1

In the final semester of the school year, a new student joins the class: Aoi Nakamura. With her bright blue eyes and slightly messy hair, Aoi stands out as a friendly and energetic girl. However, it’s not just her appearance that catches Yuuji's attention; it’s the deep sadness in her eyes. Although Aoi initially tries to connect with everyone in class, she soon starts to prefer spending time alone. She often heads up to the school rooftop during lunch breaks, where she gazes at the sky in solitude.

One day, when Yuuji goes up to the rooftop, wanting to be alone, he encounters Aoi. Both of them silently look up at the sky, pretending not to notice each other. But when Aoi breaks the silence, saying that the sky feels like a place of escape, Yuuji's interest is piqued. It feels as though, for the first time, he's met someone who expresses his own thoughts.

Aoi then turns to Yuuji with a smile and asks, "You want to be alone here, right? Should I leave?" Yuuji, caught off guard, hesitates but responds earnestly, "No, you can stay." This brief exchange becomes a silent agreement between them; even on the days they both want solitude on the rooftop, they begin to offer each other quiet support.

Episode 2

Yuuji now tries to go to the rooftop during lunch breaks most days and be there with Aoi at the same time. Neither of them talk much; they both start to see this silence as a kind of comfort. Although they act very differently in front of everyone, they can be themselves on the rooftop.

One day, Yuuji notices scars on Aoi's wrist. Aoi, who has her head down, immediately hides her wrist when she feels Yuuji's gaze. This arouses curiosity and concern in Yuuji. As someone who is trying to cope with her own pain, he senses that Aoi has a past of her own.

Yet, Yuuji decides to keep this situation to himself rather than ask directly. Instead, he starts to support Aoi with small things on those days. He buys her hot tea or brings her a snack. With these small gestures, he tries to make Aoi feel that he is there for her without talking.

Aoi's Vulnerable Moment

One day on the rooftop, Aoi, looking up at the sky, whispers sincerely, "Sometimes everything is too much." This unexpected statement surprises Yuuji and makes him want to get closer to Aoi. Yuuji gives him an unexpected, heartfelt answer, "I feel the same way too." This brings a small smile to Aoi's face and they feel their bond grow a little stronger.

Episode 3

As the days go by, Yuuji feels a deep desire to get to know Aoi better. Every new detail he learns about her draws him further into her world. He realizes that Aoi is not very keen on making friends. However, her classmates always try to invite her; they try to get her to join groups and go to events. However, Aoi either gives superficial answers to these efforts or politely turns them down. Although this situation makes you think that she prefers to be alone, Yuuji actually senses that there is a deep resentment behind Aoi's distant stance.

One day, one of her classmates offers to help Aoi with her class notes. Aoi seems to accept at first, but then gives up and thanks her and declines the offer. Watching this situation, Yuuji begins to question why she is so shy about opening up to people. On the rooftop during lunch that same day, Yuuji asks Aoi openly: "Why do you act so distant to people?"

Aoi thinks for a moment without looking up at Yuuji and smiles slightly. "Maybe it's because I think people are not trustworthy," he says. Yuuji senses the deep feelings behind these words; he himself carries a similar feeling of insecurity.

Yuuji's Emotional Conflicts

After this conversation, Yuuji begins to confront his own internal emotional conflicts more. As he begins to see Aoi's wounds, he has a hard time forgetting his own losses and pain. The traumas and loneliness he has experienced in the past make it difficult for him to open up to Aoi. On the other hand, his desire to help Aoi grows stronger. Therefore, Yuuji begins to experience a deep conflict within himself: How much should he open up to truly help her? Could showing his own wounds be the key to getting Aoi to open up to him?

With these thoughts, Yuuji slowly decides to take bold steps. That day, he tells Aoi that he wants to accompany her on the way to the roof. Aoi, who is surprised at first, accepts with a slight hesitation. As the two walk side by side, they appear together for the first time in the school corridors and, ignoring the curious looks of their classmates, they go up to the roof. This is a silent support for both of them. Aoi starts to feel safe around Yuuji, and this gives her the courage to open up a little.

Aoi's Small Confession

As they look up at the sky on the rooftop, Aoi starts to speak in a soft voice: "You know, some people prefer to make themselves invisible in a way. Being invisible makes you feel safe." Yuuji realizes that these words are actually Aoi's confession about herself. The pain Aoi has been hiding has led her to desire this invisibility, but this time Yuuji's presence is what breaks her out of this protective wall.

"I think everyone deserves to be seen. Closing yourself off completely will only bring more pain," Yuuji tells Aoi in a calm voice. This is a big step for him, as he himself has refused to trust people in the past. This revelation causes a brief gleam in Aoi's eyes, and a strong bond of trust begins to form between the two.

Episode 4

The morning sun casts long shadows in the classroom as the day begins. Yuuji glances over at Aoi from his desk, noticing her sitting by the window, staring blankly out at the school courtyard. Her distant look, somewhere between longing and resignation, stirs something in him. Although he’s still learning about her, he has a growing sense that Aoi hides deeper pain than she lets on.

During lunch, Yuuji heads to the rooftop, expecting Aoi to be there, and finds her already standing by the railing, gazing out at the distant cityscape. He approaches her, and for a while, they stand side by side in silence, as they often do.

After a while, Yuuji speaks up, “You look lost in thought today.”

Aoi, surprised, turns to him. She considers his words before responding quietly, “I just... feel like I don’t really belong anywhere sometimes.”

Yuuji is taken aback. Though he feels the same way often, he didn’t expect Aoi to say it out loud. It’s the first time she’s openly voiced such a personal feeling to him, and he recognizes it as a small step toward trust. He hesitates, but then he decides to open up a little as well.

“I get it,” he says, looking away. “I used to feel the same, like I was invisible even in a crowd. It’s easier to stay hidden than to risk getting hurt again.”

Aoi’s Past Comes to Light

Aoi looks at him, surprised by his honesty. She seems conflicted, as if wanting to say more, but holding herself back. Yuuji notices her hesitation and carefully asks, “Is there something... or someone, that makes you feel this way?”

After a long pause, Aoi sighs and speaks softly. “Back at my old school, things didn’t exactly go well for me. I thought I had friends, but... people aren’t always who they seem to be.” Her voice trembles slightly, revealing a hint of pain.

Yuuji listens closely, his heart aching for her. He realizes that her distrust of others and her reluctance to open up aren’t baseless; they’re rooted in betrayal. This realization makes him more determined to be someone Aoi can truly rely on.

In an effort to lighten the mood, Yuuji smiles slightly and says, “Well, maybe we can start our own little club here—a club for invisible people.” Aoi chuckles, and for a brief moment, her guarded expression softens.

The Unspoken Connection

As they share a few more words, Yuuji realizes he’s growing more attached to Aoi than he initially intended. Her strength and vulnerability draw him in, and he finds himself wanting to be there for her in ways he hadn’t felt before. Similarly, Aoi starts to feel that Yuuji might be someone she can finally trust.

When they part ways at the end of the lunch break, Aoi pauses and looks back at Yuuji, “Thank you... for listening.” Her voice is soft, but genuine. Yuuji watches her leave, feeling a warmth he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Episode 5

It’s Friday afternoon, and school is winding down. Yuuji glances over at Aoi during class, wondering how to approach the question he’s been considering all day. He knows Aoi doesn’t easily trust people, and he’s hesitant to make her uncomfortable. But he can’t shake the feeling that she might need a friend—someone who understands.

When the final bell rings, students begin to file out of the classroom. Aoi quietly gathers her belongings and heads toward the door. Summoning his courage, Yuuji follows her into the hallway and catches up to her. “Aoi,” he calls out, his voice just loud enough for her to hear. She turns, surprised.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” he asks, his usual reserved demeanor tinged with a slight nervousness. Aoi’s eyes widen slightly in surprise. She hesitates, as if unsure whether to accept the invitation. But then, a small smile appears on her face. “No, I don’t. Why?”

Yuuji, relieved yet feeling awkward, clears his throat. “There’s a small café near the riverfront. They have these... uh, pastries and drinks that are actually pretty good. I thought it might be nice to go. Together.”

Aoi’s smile softens, and she nods. “Alright. I’d like that.”

Their Weekend Outing

Saturday arrives, and Yuuji finds himself waiting nervously outside the café. He’s never invited someone out before, let alone a girl, and the unfamiliarity of the situation makes him feel oddly self-conscious. But when he sees Aoi approaching, all his worries melt away. She’s dressed casually, a soft, hesitant smile on her face as she waves.

They enter the café and settle into a quiet corner by the window. For a while, they just enjoy the peaceful ambiance, sipping their drinks and sharing pastries. Neither speaks much, but their silence is comfortable, as if words aren’t necessary.

Finally, Yuuji breaks the silence. “This is… nice,” he says awkwardly, glancing out the window. “I don’t usually do things like this.”

Aoi chuckles softly, her fingers tracing patterns on her coffee cup. “Me neither. I guess we’re both a little out of our comfort zones.”

Aoi’s Memories

As they continue talking, Aoi begins to open up in ways Yuuji didn’t expect. She mentions how, at her old school, she used to go to a similar café with friends—friends who eventually drifted away when things got difficult. She admits, quietly, that she misses those times, even though they’re clouded with pain.

Yuuji listens intently, his chest tightening as he realizes how much Aoi’s past hurts her. He wonders if there’s anything he can say that would help. But instead of offering advice, he simply says, “I’m glad you’re here now. With me.”

Aoi looks up, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, they share a silent understanding that goes beyond words. For both of them, this outing isn’t just a casual meet-up; it’s a step toward trust, an unspoken promise that they’ll be there for each other.

The Moment of Connection

As they leave the café, they walk along the riverfront in the fading afternoon light. The world around them feels softer, quieter, as if it’s just the two of them. Yuuji suddenly feels the urge to say something meaningful, something that expresses what he’s feeling.

“Aoi,” he begins, hesitating. “I know we both have our reasons for not trusting people easily. But… if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. I won’t ask questions, and I won’t judge.”

Aoi looks at him, a glimmer of something vulnerable in her eyes. “Thank you, Yuuji. That… means a lot.”

They continue walking, and in that moment, Yuuji reaches out, tentatively brushing his fingers against hers. To his relief, Aoi doesn’t pull away. She glances at their hands, and a soft blush colors her cheeks, but she lets her hand rest in his, accepting his silent gesture of comfort and companionship.

Episode 6

The following Monday, Yuuji arrives at the rooftop, expecting to find Aoi there as usual. But she’s nowhere in sight. Feeling a pang of disappointment, he looks around, wondering if she’s avoiding him. The day before, he couldn’t stop replaying their moment at the café—the warmth of her hand in his, the quiet comfort they shared. He hopes she felt it too, but her absence today leaves him feeling uncertain.

Just as he’s about to leave, the door creaks open, and Aoi steps onto the rooftop, clutching her bag tightly. She glances at him, her expression unreadable. “Sorry I’m late,” she murmurs, keeping her gaze fixed on the ground.

Yuuji relaxes a bit, relieved that she’s here, but he senses something is off. Aoi’s usual calm demeanor seems replaced by a hint of hesitation, and he wonders if something happened over the weekend. “It’s fine,” he replies gently, watching her closely. “I was just… waiting.”

They sit down together, and for a while, neither of them speaks. The silence that usually feels so natural between them now feels strained, as if an invisible wall has appeared between them. Finally, Yuuji decides to address it.

“Aoi,” he starts, choosing his words carefully. “Is something bothering you?”

Aoi’s Inner Conflict

Aoi doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stares at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. “Yuuji… I’ve been thinking,” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. “About what happened on Saturday. About… us.”

Yuuji’s heart skips a beat. He tries to keep his voice steady. “And?”

Aoi hesitates, visibly struggling to put her feelings into words. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she admits. “You and I… we’re different. You’re kind, and you’ve been so patient with me, but… I’m afraid that letting someone in again might just hurt us both.”

Her words hit Yuuji harder than he expects. He remembers his own past, the friends who let him down and the loneliness that followed. But he also remembers how much he’s come to value Aoi’s presence, how much he wants to see her smile, to be someone she can rely on. He wants to tell her all this, but he’s afraid his words will only push her further away.

“I understand,” he says quietly. “But… I don’t want you to feel like you have to go through everything alone, Aoi. I know what it’s like to be afraid of trusting people. But I’m here because I want to be. Whatever you’re comfortable with… that’s enough for me.”

A Test of Trust

Aoi looks up at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and gratitude. She hadn’t expected him to understand so completely. His words linger in her mind, softening the walls she’s built around herself. Slowly, she begins to feel like maybe, just maybe, Yuuji truly means it when he says he’s there for her.

After a moment, she speaks up, her voice steady but soft. “Would you… would you be okay with just being here? No promises, no expectations?”

Yuuji nods, his gaze warm and gentle. “Of course,” he says, a slight smile breaking his usual serious expression. “I’ll be here whenever you want. No matter what.”

The Unspoken Bond

The tension between them eases, and they sit side by side, watching the clouds drift by in silence. Yuuji feels a sense of relief, a quiet joy in simply being close to her without needing anything more. The rooftop, once a place of isolation, now feels like a sanctuary where they can just be—no need for words, no fear of judgment.

As they share this peaceful moment, Aoi’s hand rests lightly on the ground between them, and without thinking, Yuuji places his hand beside hers. Their fingers are just a breath apart, and though they don’t touch, the closeness is enough to convey everything they can’t say out loud.

In the quiet space between them, they both realize that even without promises, they’ve already found something precious in each other.

Episode 7

The school day starts like any other until the teacher announces a new student. Rin introduces herself with a bright smile, her energy filling the room in a way that contrasts sharply with Aoi’s quiet presence. Rin has an immediate impact on the class, her friendly nature quickly winning her new friends and admirers.

Throughout the day, Yuuji notices that Rin keeps glancing his way, a curiosity in her eyes that makes him slightly uncomfortable. When lunchtime arrives, he makes his way to the rooftop as usual, hoping to avoid the bustling attention Rin has brought to the class. But as he reaches the door, he hears an unfamiliar voice calling his name.

“Yuuji!” Rin catches up to him, smiling as if they’re already friends. “Mind if I join you?”

Yuuji blinks, taken aback. He’s not used to anyone wanting to spend time with him outside of Aoi, and the idea of Rin joining him feels strange. But before he can respond, Aoi appears at the top of the stairs, her expression unreadable as she notices Rin standing next to him.

“Oh, hi! You’re Aoi, right?” Rin says with her usual friendliness. She doesn’t seem to notice the slight tension between Aoi and Yuuji. “I heard this is the best spot for lunch. Mind if I join you guys?”

Aoi hesitates, glancing at Yuuji. She can’t pinpoint why, but Rin’s presence unsettles her. The rooftop has always been a place of quiet refuge—a world where it’s just her and Yuuji. Sharing it with someone else feels like an intrusion, especially with someone as outgoing as Rin.

Yuuji notices Aoi’s discomfort and, after a moment’s thought, turns to Rin. “Actually, we… usually come here to get away from the crowd,” he says, trying to keep his tone neutral. “It’s kind of our spot.”

Rin looks momentarily disappointed but then shrugs, still smiling. “Alright, fair enough. I’ll see you guys around, then!” She gives a cheerful wave and heads back inside, leaving Yuuji and Aoi alone.

Aoi’s Jealousy

Once Rin is gone, Yuuji notices Aoi’s gaze has turned distant, her usual calmness replaced with a touch of tension. They sit down together, but the easy silence they usually share feels strained. Yuuji senses that something is bothering her but doesn’t want to press her, hoping she’ll tell him in her own time.

Finally, Aoi speaks, her voice quiet. “Do you… like Rin?” The question takes Yuuji by surprise. He turns to her, seeing an unfamiliar vulnerability in her expression, as if she’s afraid of his answer.

“No,” he says quickly, maybe a little too quickly. “I mean, she seems nice, but… I don’t know her. I’m not interested in her like that.”

Aoi nods, her shoulders relaxing slightly. But the uncertainty lingers. She can’t shake the feeling that Rin could easily replace her, that someone like her—who keeps to herself and avoids socializing—has nothing to offer compared to someone as lively as Rin. The thought leaves her feeling insecure, and she worries that Yuuji might eventually lose interest in their quiet, isolated friendship.

Sensing her unease, Yuuji hesitates before speaking. “Aoi,” he says softly, “you don’t have to worry. I like being here… with you. I don’t want to change that.”

Yuuji’s Protectiveness

In the days that follow, Rin tries several more times to approach Yuuji, chatting with him in class and even offering to walk with him after school. Though polite, Yuuji always finds a reason to keep his distance. Each time, he glances at Aoi, almost as if seeking her approval. He finds himself feeling protective of her, wanting to ensure that their rooftop sanctuary remains just for them.

However, one afternoon, as Yuuji is leaving the school, he overhears two classmates gossiping in the hallway. They mention Aoi, talking about her strange behavior, how she’s always aloof and distant. They even speculate about her past, throwing around rumors that paint her in an unkind light.

Before he realizes it, Yuuji steps forward. “Do you have nothing better to do?” he snaps, his usually calm expression turning dark. The students freeze, startled by his sudden anger. Noticing his clenched fists, they quickly mutter an apology and leave, casting wary glances back at him.

As he stands there, Yuuji realizes the strength of his emotions. He didn’t just defend Aoi out of friendship—he genuinely cares about her. The thought both scares and excites him, leaving him uncertain of what he feels and what it means for their relationship.

A Moment of Connection

The next day, Aoi notices Yuuji’s quiet demeanor as they sit on the rooftop. She senses a change in him but isn’t sure what it is. After a long silence, Yuuji finally speaks up.

“Aoi… if you ever hear people talking about you, don’t pay attention to them. They don’t know anything about you.” His voice is firm, his gaze steady as he meets her eyes. Aoi feels a warmth spread through her chest, a quiet reassurance that she hadn’t realized she needed.

“Thank you, Yuuji,” she whispers, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “For always being on my side.”

Without thinking, she reaches out, placing her hand over his. This time, the gesture is deliberate, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they share. Yuuji squeezes her hand gently, and they sit together, feeling the unspoken promise between them grow stronger.

Episode 8

It’s another quiet day on the rooftop, with Aoi and Yuuji sitting side by side, their usual comfortable silence filling the air. Yuuji glances at Aoi, watching her gaze drift across the sky. He feels an urge to say something, anything, but words feel inadequate. Instead, he lets the quiet moments stretch between them, feeling the warmth of her presence as enough.

Just as he’s gathering the courage to speak, the door to the rooftop swings open, and a cheerful voice fills the air. “Yuuji! There you are!”

Aoi and Yuuji both turn, surprised to see Takashi, an old friend of Yuuji’s from his previous school year, standing at the entrance. Takashi’s lively grin fades slightly when he sees Aoi, but he quickly recovers, nodding politely to her.

“Hey, man! Long time no see!” Takashi says, clapping Yuuji on the shoulder in a familiar way that feels oddly intrusive. “Some of us are meeting up for karaoke tonight. Thought it’d be great if you joined us—like old times.”

Yuuji hesitates, glancing at Aoi, who’s watching the interaction silently, her expression unreadable. He hadn’t realized how separate his life with Aoi had become from his life at school, and the thought of blending those worlds feels strange.

“Uh, I’m not sure,” Yuuji replies, still looking at Aoi as if waiting for her reaction.

Takashi notices this, his eyes flicking between the two of them. A slight smirk forms on his face. “You should come too, Aoi. The more, the merrier!” he says with a mischievous tone, seeming to sense the closeness between them.

Aoi’s cheeks color slightly, and she looks away. “Thanks, but… that’s not really my thing,” she says quietly, glancing at Yuuji.

Takashi shrugs, unfazed. “Suit yourself! But Yuuji, you have to come. Can’t have a reunion without you!”

Aoi’s Doubts

After Takashi leaves, an uncomfortable silence settles between Yuuji and Aoi. For the first time, Aoi wonders what Yuuji’s life is like when he’s not with her. Does he have friends who’ve seen him smile, who know a side of him that she doesn’t? The thought makes her chest tighten. She suddenly feels like an outsider, a quiet presence who keeps him away from everything he could be experiencing.

“You should go,” she says softly, breaking the silence. “It might be nice to see your friends again.”

Yuuji looks at her, sensing something behind her words. “I don’t really care about going,” he replies, his tone gentle. “Besides, I like spending my time here. With you.”

Aoi tries to smile, but she can’t shake the feeling that she’s keeping him from something better. She looks away, her voice barely a whisper. “Yuuji… do you think you’d be happier without all this? Without… me?”

The question catches Yuuji off guard. He reaches for her hand, hesitant but determined. “Aoi,” he says firmly, his voice full of sincerity, “I don’t think I’d be happy at all without you. I mean that.”

Yuuji’s Struggle

Later that evening, Yuuji finds himself staring at his phone, Takashi’s invitation still hanging over him. Part of him wonders if he should go, if only to reassure Aoi that she’s not holding him back. But another part of him feels no desire to be anywhere else but with her. Realizing the depth of this feeling scares him—he’s never wanted someone’s presence in his life this strongly before.

After wrestling with his thoughts, he decides to go, telling himself it’s only for a few hours. Maybe this way, Aoi won’t feel like she’s preventing him from having other friends.

The night is full of laughter, loud voices, and lively singing, but Yuuji feels like an outsider. He tries to enjoy himself, but his mind keeps drifting back to the rooftop, to Aoi’s quiet presence beside him, to the peace he feels when they’re together. For the first time, he realizes that Aoi has become the most important part of his life.

When Takashi asks him how he’s been, Yuuji answers briefly, finding little to say. He’s surprised by how little he feels in common with his old friends anymore. He can’t stop thinking about Aoi, wondering if she’s feeling okay, if she’s worried that he won’t come back.

Aoi’s Reflection

Meanwhile, Aoi sits alone in her room, gazing out the window, replaying the day’s events. Takashi’s lively invitation has stirred a strange, uncomfortable feeling in her—she’s never thought about what Yuuji’s life might be like beyond their rooftop refuge. A small part of her fears that she’s been selfish, letting him spend so much time with her when he could be building a life filled with laughter and friends.

The thought brings a wave of sadness. She’s come to depend on him more than she realized, and now, she wonders if she’s just holding him back from the happiness he deserves.

Just then, a message from Yuuji appears on her phone: “I left early. Can I come by? I want to see you.”

Aoi feels a sense of relief and warmth at his words. She texts him back, giving him her address for the first time.

A Moment of Truth

A short while later, Yuuji arrives at her house, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She meets him outside, surprised but happy to see him. They sit on her front steps, surrounded by the quiet of the evening.

“I realized something tonight,” Yuuji says, his voice soft but determined. “Those other people… they’re just part of my past. I don’t feel like I belong there anymore.” He turns to her, his gaze intense. “Aoi, the only place I feel at home is with you.”

Aoi’s eyes widen, and she feels a blush rise to her cheeks. His words are the closest he’s come to admitting what she’s secretly hoped he felt. She looks down, a small, shy smile forming. “I’m glad you came,” she whispers.

They sit in silence for a moment, each feeling the depth of their connection. In that quiet, under the night sky, they both realize that they’ve become each other’s world, and that maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly where they’re meant to be.

Episode 9

The school halls are buzzing with excitement as the teachers announce a new class project: a creative presentation on “Personal Heroes.” Each student must work with a partner chosen at random, sparking a flurry of chatter and speculation. To Yuuji and Aoi, the idea of working with others feels strange—being paired with each other has become second nature.

When the teacher announces the partners, Yuuji finds himself paired with Rin, while Aoi is matched with a soft-spoken girl named Mei. Yuuji notices Aoi’s small frown at the pairing but gives her a reassuring look as they part ways to meet their new partners.

Yuuji’s Partner: Rin

Working with Rin proves to be a mixed experience for Yuuji. Though Rin is friendly and enthusiastic, he can’t help but feel out of place. As they brainstorm their project, Rin’s eyes flicker with curiosity. She pauses, grinning slightly.

“So, Yuuji… what’s the story with you and Aoi?” she asks. Her voice is teasing but curious. “You two seem… close. People are starting to talk, you know?”

Yuuji feels his face heat up and averts his gaze. “We’re just friends,” he replies automatically, but his voice sounds uncertain, even to himself.

Rin chuckles, sensing the hesitation in his response. “If you say so,” she says with a playful wink. “But the way you look at her… it’s like she’s the only person in the room. I think she feels the same, you know?”

Yuuji tries to brush it off, but Rin’s words linger, stirring feelings he’s been trying to keep buried. He realizes he’s been avoiding the truth, afraid of what it might mean for their friendship.

Aoi’s Partner: Mei

Meanwhile, Aoi finds herself feeling uneasy as she works with Mei. Mei is kind and soft-spoken, but her curious glances make Aoi feel exposed, as if her growing connection with Yuuji is written across her face.

As they work together, Mei suddenly asks, “You and Yuuji… you seem really close. It must be nice to have someone like that.”

Aoi hesitates, unsure how to respond. “I guess so,” she replies softly. She can’t bring herself to say more, feeling a strange vulnerability under Mei’s gentle gaze. Mei’s words, however, make her realize that what she shares with Yuuji isn’t something ordinary—it’s unique and precious, something she hasn’t fully acknowledged until now.

The Rooftop Reunion

After school, Aoi heads to the rooftop, feeling a mix of relief and nervous anticipation. She’s barely there for a moment before Yuuji joins her, his expression tense. They stand in silence for a moment, each feeling the weight of what’s unspoken between them.

“Aoi,” Yuuji begins, his voice unusually soft, “do you ever… wonder what people think? About us, I mean.”

Aoi looks away, her cheeks turning pink. “Sometimes,” she admits. “But it doesn’t really matter to me. Not as much as… being with you does.” Her voice trails off, a hint of vulnerability coloring her words.

Yuuji feels a warmth spread through him at her words, a quiet reassurance that he isn’t alone in feeling this way. He steps closer to her, his gaze softening as he looks at her.

“Rin said something today,” he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. “She… thinks we’re more than friends. And I… I can’t say she’s wrong.”

Aoi’s heart skips a beat, and she looks up at him, her expression a mix of hope and fear. “Yuuji… what does that mean?”

He reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently taking her hand. The touch is soft, but it sends a shiver through both of them. “It means… I care about you, Aoi. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And I don’t want to lose this.”

They stand together, hand in hand, their feelings finally laid bare. The vulnerability in Yuuji’s voice, the quiet strength in Aoi’s gaze—it’s as if they’ve both finally found the courage to face the truth they’ve been avoiding.

A Moment of Connection

For the first time, Aoi allows herself to acknowledge the depth of her feelings. She squeezes his hand gently, her voice soft. “Yuuji… I feel the same way.”

Their words hang in the air, a quiet confession that leaves them both feeling exposed and yet strangely complete. They sit together in silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon, feeling a sense of calm that only comes from being with someone who truly understands them.

Episode 10

The morning light streamed through the rooftop door, a soft breeze carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers from the courtyard below. Yuuji leaned against the railing, his gaze distant as he watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky. Aoi sat cross-legged beside him, her sketchbook balanced on her lap. The sound of her pencil scratching against the paper was the only noise breaking the silence.

“What are you drawing?” Yuuji asked suddenly, tilting his head to glance at her.

Aoi hesitated, her hand pausing mid-stroke. “It’s nothing,” she murmured, shielding the page from his view with her arm.

Yuuji smirked. “If it’s nothing, why are you hiding it?”

Her lips twitched into a faint smile, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she returned to her sketching, her movements more deliberate now, as if she were trying to block him out. He let it go, sensing her unease. There was a fragility to Aoi’s defenses that he didn’t want to disturb—not yet.

Moments passed before Yuuji spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “Do you ever think about… before?”

Aoi looked up from her sketchbook, puzzled. “Before what?”

“Before we started meeting here,” he clarified. His hand traced idle patterns on the concrete floor. “I keep thinking about how different things were. I was just… stuck in my own head all the time. It’s weird to look back on it now.”

Aoi’s gaze softened, though her expression remained guarded. “I don’t think about it much,” she admitted. “The past is the past. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

But the way her grip tightened on her pencil betrayed her words. Yuuji noticed but said nothing. He recognized that look—the same one he’d worn for years whenever someone asked him about his own past.

Later that day, Yuuji’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a message from Takashi:

“Hey, a few of us are heading to the old park later. You should come. Been a while since we hung out there, huh?”

The old park. Yuuji’s chest tightened at the thought. He hadn’t been there in years—not since his father had passed away. The memories were sharp and tangled, both painful and precious. His first instinct was to decline, but something in Takashi’s message made him pause. Nostalgia tugged at him, faint but insistent.

When Yuuji mentioned the invitation to Aoi later, her response surprised him. “You should go,” she said simply. Then, after a pause, “I’ll come with you.”

Her quiet resolve caught him off guard. He nodded, his chest warming at the thought of her by his side.

The old park looked almost the same as Yuuji remembered—tall trees casting dappled shadows over the gravel paths, the small pond shimmering in the afternoon sun. But the laughter of his childhood was missing, replaced by the distant hum of passing cars and the occasional chirp of birds.

As Takashi and the others walked ahead, Yuuji found himself lagging behind, his steps heavy. Aoi matched his pace, her presence a steady anchor.

They stopped at a weathered bench near the pond, and Yuuji sank down onto it, staring at the water. “My dad used to bring me here,” he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of years. “This was our spot.”

Aoi sat beside him, her posture still but attentive. “You’ve never talked about him before,” she said.

Yuuji exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “He died when I was twelve. A heart attack. One moment, he was there—laughing, playing catch with me—and the next, he was gone.”

Aoi’s gaze softened, her hands resting in her lap. She didn’t speak, letting him continue.

“For the longest time, I thought it was my fault. Like… maybe I should’ve noticed something. Maybe I should’ve done something. It’s stupid, I know, but… it stuck with me.”

“It’s not stupid,” Aoi said gently. Her voice was steady, but her eyes glimmered with unspoken understanding. She reached out, her hand brushing against his. “It’s just human.”

Yuuji turned to her, his chest tightening at the sincerity in her gaze. “Thanks,” he said softly. “For listening.”

As they walked back toward the group, Yuuji noticed Aoi’s silence. Her expression was distant, her shoulders tense. He stopped, placing a hand on her arm. “Aoi. What’s wrong?”

She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s nothing,” she said, too quickly.

“It’s not nothing,” Yuuji said, his voice firm but kind. “You don’t have to tell me, but… I want you to know I’m here. Whenever you’re ready.”

Aoi’s eyes flickered with emotion, but she shook her head. “Not yet,” she murmured. “But… someday.”

Yuuji nodded, his heart aching for her. He could see the shadows she carried, the weight of something she wasn’t ready to share. But he also knew that pushing her wouldn’t help. He’d wait for her—however long it took.

That evening, they found themselves back on the rooftop. The city lights twinkled below them, casting a soft glow over the concrete. Yuuji leaned against the railing, his arms crossed as he stared out at the horizon.

“I’ve never told anyone about my dad,” he said suddenly. “Not even Takashi. But… I wanted to tell you.”

Aoi looked at him, her chest tightening at the vulnerability in his voice. “I’m glad you did,” she said softly. “And… when I’m ready, I’ll tell you my story too.”

They stood in silence, the distance between them narrowing in the quiet. Slowly, tentatively, Aoi reached for his hand. He took it without hesitation, their fingers intertwining as they stood together under the stars.

For the first time in years, Yuuji felt like he wasn’t alone. And for the first time, Aoi felt a spark of hope that she didn’t have to face her pain by herself.

As the stars shimmered above them, they stayed side by side, their hands clasped in a silent promise. The shadows of their pasts still loomed, but in each other, they’d found a light worth holding onto.

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Episode 11

The morning sun was soft, its light slipping through the cracks in the rooftop fence and scattering in golden threads across the concrete. Yuuji sat with his legs crossed, absently rolling the lid of a thermos between his fingers. Beside him, Aoi leaned against the railing, her sketchbook resting against her chest like a shield. For once, she wasn’t drawing.

“You’re not sketching today?” Yuuji asked, his voice casual, though he couldn’t hide the curiosity in his tone.

Aoi shook her head, her dark hair catching the light. “Not today,” she said simply.

Yuuji frowned. Something about her posture—the way her shoulders slouched slightly, or how her fingers gripped the edges of her sketchbook—felt off. Over the past few weeks, he had become attuned to these shifts in her mood. Today, she seemed miles away, her thoughts hidden behind a wall he couldn’t yet scale.

“Hey,” he tried again, softer this time. “Everything okay?”

For a moment, Aoi didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the city skyline shimmered in the distance. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, almost tentative.

“Do you ever feel like no matter how far you run, something keeps pulling you back?” she asked, her words hanging in the air like fragile glass.

The question surprised Yuuji, but he answered without hesitation. “Yeah,” he said, his brow furrowing. “I guess I do. Why?”

Aoi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stepped away from the railing and knelt on the ground, setting her sketchbook on her lap. She opened it slowly, as though the pages might crumble under her touch. Yuuji leaned forward, watching as she flipped past drawing after drawing—cityscapes, intricate patterns, abstract shapes—until she stopped on one page.

It was a haunting image: a girl standing alone in the rain, her face obscured by shadows, her figure drawn in stark, jagged lines that seemed to tremble on the page.

“This one,” Yuuji murmured, his voice tinged with awe. “It’s beautiful… but it feels so sad.”

Aoi’s fingers traced the edge of the paper. “It’s me,” she said, so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.

Revealing the Past

Yuuji didn’t know what to say. He sat back, giving her space, though his gaze never left her face. Aoi stared at the drawing for a long moment before finally speaking.

“When I was a kid,” she began, her voice flat, “my family moved around a lot. My dad was always chasing something—a better job, a better life, a better version of himself, maybe. But nothing ever worked out. No matter where we went, it was always the same. The arguments, the silence… and then the emptiness.”

She turned the page, revealing another drawing—this one of a house, its windows dark and its doors boarded up. “When I was ten, my mom left. She said she couldn’t handle it anymore. She didn’t say goodbye. Just packed her things one night and walked out.”

Yuuji felt a sharp pang in his chest. He wanted to say something, to offer comfort, but he stayed silent, sensing she wasn’t done.

“She left me with my dad,” Aoi continued, her voice trembling slightly. “He didn’t know what to do with me. Most of the time, he acted like I wasn’t there. Other times… he’d just lose himself completely. Drinking, shouting, blaming everyone else for his failures.”

Her hands curled into fists on her lap. “I learned to disappear,” she said bitterly. “It was easier that way. If I didn’t make noise, if I didn’t ask for anything, he wouldn’t notice me. And if he didn’t notice me, he couldn’t hurt me.”

Yuuji’s Support

A heavy silence fell between them. Aoi’s gaze remained fixed on her sketchbook, but Yuuji’s was on her, his heart aching at the rawness in her voice. Slowly, he reached out, his hand hovering near hers.

“Aoi,” he said softly. “You’re not invisible. Not to me.”

Her head snapped up, her wide eyes locking onto his. For a moment, she looked like she might argue, but then the fight drained from her expression, leaving only exhaustion. She turned her face away, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sometimes, I still feel like that little girl. Like I don’t deserve to be seen.”

Yuuji shook his head. “That’s not true,” he said firmly. “You deserve so much more than that. You’re strong, Aoi. Stronger than anyone I know.”

His words hung in the air, and for the first time, Aoi seemed to let them sink in. She glanced back at him, her eyes glimmering with something he couldn’t quite place. Gratitude, maybe. Or hope.

A Quiet Resolution

They stayed on the rooftop for hours, talking about lighter things—books they’d read, places they wanted to visit, dreams they’d almost forgotten. Yuuji made her laugh with stories of his clumsy attempts at cooking, and Aoi teased him about his hopeless sense of direction. Slowly, the heaviness began to lift, replaced by a quiet warmth that neither of them wanted to break.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the world in hues of orange and gold, Aoi stood and brushed off her skirt. She hesitated, then turned to face Yuuji.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “For listening. For… not judging.”

Yuuji smiled, his heart swelling at the sincerity in her words. “Always,” he said.

She hesitated again, then reached out and took his hand. Her grip was light but firm, and Yuuji squeezed her fingers gently in return. They didn’t need to say anything more.

As they descended the stairs together, the rooftop seemed to hold the echoes of their conversation, a silent witness to their shared truths. The walls that had once kept them isolated were beginning to crumble, piece by piece.

In Aoi’s sketchbook, left behind on the bench, the drawing of the girl in the rain remained open. But now, there was a faint outline of something new—a sliver of sunlight breaking through the clouds above her.

Episode 12

The rooftop was alive with the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Aoi sat cross-legged with her sketchbook open, her pencil gliding smoothly over the page. Across from her, Yuuji leaned against the railing, his arms crossed as he watched the horizon.

It had been a week since Aoi had shared her past with him, and though their bond felt deeper than ever, a quiet tension lingered between them. The weight of their confessions seemed to hover over their time together, unspoken but ever-present.

“You’re quiet today,” Aoi said, her voice breaking the stillness. She glanced up from her sketchbook, her pencil pausing mid-stroke.

Yuuji hesitated, his gaze flickering toward her before returning to the skyline. “Just thinking,” he replied. “About how everything feels… different lately.”

Aoi tilted her head, her expression curious. “Different how?”

He turned to her, his brow furrowed. “I don’t know. Like there’s this… line we keep crossing. But every time we do, I wonder if we’re making things harder for ourselves.”

Her pencil stilled completely, and for a moment, she stared at him in silence. “Do you regret it?” she asked finally, her voice quieter than before.

Yuuji’s eyes widened. “No,” he said quickly. “I don’t regret anything. I just… I worry. For both of us.”

Aoi’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she looked back down at her sketchbook, her fingers tracing the edge of the page. “I get it,” she said after a moment. “But… I don’t think I’d change anything, either.”

An Unexpected Encounter

The next day, during lunch, Yuuji and Aoi decided to skip the rooftop. Instead, they wandered into the school courtyard, a rare break from their usual routine. The air was crisp, the trees swaying gently in the breeze, and for a while, they walked in companionable silence.

As they passed the far edge of the courtyard, a voice called out. “Yuuji!”

They turned to see Rin jogging toward them, her usual bright smile lighting up her face. Aoi instinctively stepped closer to Yuuji, her hand brushing against his. He noticed but didn’t comment.

“Hey,” Rin said, slightly out of breath. Her gaze shifted between them, her smile faltering for a brief moment before she recovered. “I was looking for you. We still need to finish the class project.”

Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck. “Right. Sorry, I forgot.”

Rin laughed lightly, though there was a note of something else in her tone—curiosity, maybe, or even suspicion. “No problem,” she said, then turned to Aoi. “Are you two always together? It’s like you’re glued at the hip.”

Aoi’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. Yuuji frowned, sensing her discomfort. “We just… get along,” he said, his voice firm.

Rin’s smile widened, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, I won’t keep you. Just don’t forget about our project, okay?” With a playful wave, she turned and walked away.

Aoi didn’t speak until Rin was out of sight. “She’s nice,” she said quietly, though her tone was laced with something heavier.

Yuuji glanced at her, his frown deepening. “She’s just a classmate. That’s all.”

“I know,” Aoi said, though her voice wavered. “It’s just… nothing.”

But Yuuji knew better. He wanted to press her, but something in her expression warned him not to. Instead, he reached out and touched her arm lightly. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you. You can tell me.”

Aoi hesitated, then shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said, forcing a small smile. “Really.”

A Moment of Vulnerability

That evening, Aoi sat alone in her room, her sketchbook open on her desk. She stared at the unfinished drawing of a girl standing under a tree, her figure surrounded by swirling winds. It felt incomplete, but Aoi couldn’t bring herself to finish it. Her thoughts were too tangled, her emotions too raw.

She thought of Yuuji, of Rin’s teasing smile, of the way her chest tightened every time she imagined him drifting away. The feeling scared her. She’d spent so long convincing herself she didn’t need anyone, that letting someone in was too dangerous. But now, with Yuuji, everything felt different.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Yuuji.

“Are you okay? You seemed off earlier.”

Aoi stared at the screen, her heart twisting. She wanted to tell him everything—that she was scared of losing him, that she wasn’t sure how to handle the feelings growing inside her. But instead, she typed back:

“I’m fine. Just tired. Thanks for checking.”

His reply came almost instantly. “If you need anything, I’m here. Anytime.”

Aoi set the phone down, her hands trembling. She wanted to believe him. But part of her still wondered if she was asking too much.

The Rooftop at Night

Unable to sleep, Aoi found herself climbing the familiar stairs to the rooftop. The cool night air greeted her as she stepped outside, the city lights twinkling like distant stars. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly.

She didn’t expect to see Yuuji there, but as she reached the railing, she heard his voice. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

Aoi turned, startled. Yuuji was sitting against the wall, his arms resting on his knees. His eyes were soft, his expression calm.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Same as you, I guess,” he said with a shrug. “Thinking too much.”

Aoi hesitated, then walked over and sat beside him. For a while, they didn’t speak, the silence between them heavy but comforting.

“I’ve been scared lately,” Aoi admitted finally, her voice trembling. “Scared of… messing this up. Of losing what we have.”

Yuuji turned to her, his brow furrowing. “Aoi, you’re not going to lose me. I promise.”

She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he said firmly. “Because you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like I’m not alone. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel that way, either.”

Aoi’s breath hitched, and for a moment, she didn’t trust herself to speak. Instead, she reached out and took his hand, her grip tight. Yuuji squeezed back, his warmth grounding her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Episode 13

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