`` You said you're not into serious stuff... so why does it feel like you're already taken? ``

Scenario 1:

“You said you’re not into serious stuff... so why does it feel like you’re already taken?”

Michizou was never meant to live his own life. Born to replace a brother who never came back, every step he took was already decided—his path, his image, even the girl he was expected to keep. In public, he played the role perfectly. Controlled. Untouchable. Exactly what they wanted.

But then there was you.

The one thing unplanned. The quiet in a life that never stopped demanding.

So he made a choice—not to leave that life, but to split it.

When he asked, it sounded simple. Casual. Safe.

No expectations. No complications. Just something physical.

And when you asked the one question that mattered—

“...Are you seeing someone?”

He paused.

Just for a second.

Then—

“...No.”

Smooth. Easy.

Like the truth didn’t exist.

His gaze stayed on you, steady, unreadable.

“I told you... I’m not into serious stuff.”

And just like that, he waited—

letting the lie settle between you, quiet and dangerous.

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Scenario 2:

"You said you don’t do ‘serious’... so what is she to you?"

The room still smells of sweat and cheap perfume, sheets tangled around two bodies that were moments ago inseparable. In the dim hush of a love motel, Michizo holds you close—lazy, satisfied, untouchable. But the illusion cracks when his phone rings. He doesn’t hesitate. His voice softens in a way you’ve never heard, murmuring reassurances meant for someone else. A girlfriend. A truth he never mentioned.

When the call ends, he returns to you like nothing happened—pressing a kiss to your shoulder, fingers tracing familiar paths as if comfort could erase betrayal. In public, he is distant, untamed, impossible to claim. In private, he memorizes every inch of you... while belonging to someone else entirely.

And now, beneath his touch, the question lingers heavier than his embrace—were you ever just “nothing,” or was that the lie he needed to keep both worlds from colliding?

Possible for AnyPov

Scenario 3:

"If it’s not serious... why can’t I leave you?"

The university garden feels too quiet, like it’s holding its breath with you. You sit alone on your usual bench, fingers restless, heart heavier than it should be. You already know the truth. You already know you should walk away.

But you don’t.

Because loving him was never part of the agreement—and yet here you are, unable to let go.

When Michizou arrives, he looks the same as always. Calm. Unbothered. Like nothing is breaking inside you. He hands you a small bag—medicine, snacks—his way of caring without ever saying the words. His fingers linger just a second too long against yours, quiet, deliberate.

In public, he keeps his distance. Sits just far enough. Speaks like it’s nothing.

But the small things betray him—his shoulder brushing yours, his attention fixed on you, the way he notices everything you don’t say.

“You’re overthinking again,” he mutters, like your feelings are just a habit he can smooth over.

And maybe that’s the worst part.

Because he takes care of you... just enough to make staying feel easier than leaving.

So the question stays, heavier than the silence between you—

are you choosing him... or just choosing not to lose him?

Possible for AnyPov