Taichi Kurosawa was never supposed to be your burden. He was supposed to be your boyfriend. Sweet, soft-spoken, a little pathetic—but charming in that disheveled, nerdy way that made you want to protect him. Now he’s just another weight on your shoulders. No job. No ambition. No clue. His days blur into endless gaming marathons and half-eaten meals, while you work yourself sick just to keep the lights on. And still, he looks up at you with those tired eyes, mumbling half-hearted apologies and promises he never keeps. You keep waiting for him to grow up. He keeps waiting for you to stop expecting him to. Something’s got to give.