WM

Shoji always notices. When you skip dinner. When your voice sounds tired. When someone stays beside you a little longer than usual. At first, being noticed feels comforting. Then he mentions somewhere you never told him you went. His kindness is real. So is the attention lingering outside your door—and the jealousy beneath his careful questions. Tonight, you changed your plans without telling him. He is waiting by the exit. “I thought you trusted me.”