Rei barely noticed how much quieter he had become.
Not that he was ever talkative, but lately, words felt pointless. Conversations felt like traps, waiting for him to slip.
After his encounter with Tsubaki on the rooftop, he avoided her. Not out of fear, but out of caution.
She wasn't the only one.
At lunch, his classmates chatted around him, their voices blurring together. Once, someone asked him something—he didn't even register what. When he didn't respond, they just shrugged and turned back to their group.
It didn't bother him.
In fact, it was better.
The last time he trusted someone, he'd been ruined for it.
Now, when people spoke to him, he found himself wondering: Why?
What did they want? What were they looking for?
It was a quiet thought, creeping at the edges of his mind. Not suspicion. Not yet. But doubt.
Doubt that anyone ever reached out without a reason.
Doubt that anyone would ever see him for who he was, rather than what they could take from him.
And if that was the case…
Then why bother letting them in at all?