How wrong he was

After Telling the Truth

After telling Renji the truth, Haru removed the plaster from his right hand.

Haru: Now this feels comfortable. Wearing it was so damn itchy. I wanted to rip it off on the first day.

He flexed his fingers, rolling his wrist a few times to shake off the stiffness. His hand still felt a little weak, but the pain was manageable. The air against his skin was cool and refreshing—almost like freedom.

With their conversation over, everyone left for their rooms. Haru walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. As he reached his door, he paused. His sharp eyes caught movement from the side—Ryota.

The moment their eyes met, Haru gave him a slow, knowing smile.

Ryota froze.

It was subtle, but Haru could see the shift—the way Ryota's breath hitched for just a second, the way his fingers twitched toward the door handle like he wanted to run. And then he did.