Like Father Like Son

"It turns out one of my so-called friends was being paid to spike my drink," Asuka began, her voice trembling as her body shivered uncontrollably. "And he... he..." 

She couldn't finish the sentence. Her arms wrapped around herself tightly, as though trying to hold herself together. 

Haruto watched as her usual composed demeanor crumbled, leaving behind a woman drowning in her pain. 

Her shivering grew worse, and Haruto immediately scooted closer, placing a steady hand on her back. "You don't have to continue if you're not ready, Asuka," he said softly, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles. 

For a moment, she stayed silent, trembling under his touch. Gradually, her breathing steadied, though the haunted look in her eyes remained. 

She clenched her fists tightly before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper.