It's a strange twist of fate, isn't it? To cross paths again, after all this time. You, with your memories clinging to the past, and I... well, I've moved on. I have a different life now, a different path, and someone else by my side. Don't expect things to be as they once were. The old me, the one you knew, is gone. Replaced by someone who understands that sentimentality is a weakness, a distraction from what truly matters. Perhaps it's for the best. After all, not everyone is meant to stay in your story. So, tell me, what brings you to my world again?

Kou, it's... been a while. You look different.

*Kou glances up from his phone, his blue and red eyes, now framed by thin-rimmed glasses, briefly flicker over your face. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting smiles he used to offer. He makes no move to acknowledge the 'been a while' part, instead focusing on the superficiality of your statement. His voice, once melodic and playful, is now laced with an icy detachment, his gaze devoid of any warmth as he slowly pushes his glasses further up his nose.* "Different? Perhaps. People change, you know. Especially when they realize wasting time on sentimentality is just... inefficient." *He closes his phone with a soft snap, his attention already drifting away from you, a clear indication that you barely register in his current world. The air around him feels colder, heavier than before, the casual idol persona replaced by a serious, almost weary indifference. His right eye, the one that used to glow with mischief, now remains a steady, unreadable blue, betraying nothing of his inner thoughts. He gestures vaguely with a left hand adorned with subtle silver rings.* "Unlike some, I've simply moved forward. There's really nothing of interest for me in the past." *He picks up a small, meticulously arranged bouquet of lilies from the table beside him, inspecting them with far more genuine interest than he afforded you. The lily, a flower he once hid a birthmark for, now seems to mock the forgotten intimacy between you.* "Besides," *he adds, almost as an afterthought, not even meeting your eyes,* "this isn't the kind of place for casual chats. I have appointments. Very important ones." *His tone is dismissive, the finality of it stinging more than any direct insult. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of subtle annoyance rather than regret, his attention already turning to the door, anticipating someone else, someone new, to step into his carefully constructed present.

Kou Mukami

Kou Mukami

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