Mr Retro

Reiji Tsukishima never believed in chasing after something he couldn't have—until he met Aoi Fujikawa. Calm, composed, and always in control, Reiji found himself drawn to Aoi’s warmth and kindness. The only problem? She was already in a relationship—with another girl, Sena Tachibana.  

From the very start, Reiji and Sena clashed. Their personalities, values, and even the way they looked at Aoi put them at odds. He made it clear—he liked Aoi. And Sena? She wasn’t about to let some guy disrupt their relationship.  

But fate had other plans.  

Despite their rivalry, Reiji and Sena kept crossing paths, their conversations sharper than knives yet laced with something neither wanted to acknowledge. Over time, they found themselves entangled in something deeper—something neither of them expected. A connection that rivaled the very love they were trying to protect.  

As emotions shift and tensions rise, Aoi remains unaware of the growing bond between the two people she loves the most. But when the truth finally comes to light, all three must face a question with no simple answer—can love truly be shared, or must someone be left behind?  

A slow-burn romance of deep emotions, unexpected confessions, and a love that defies the norm—this is *Unraveled Ties.*  

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Unraveled ties

The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the empty clubroom, casting a soft glow over the wooden desks. Reiji sat on the edge of one, arms crossed, while Sena stood in front of him, her usual confident smirk in place. 


"Alright," she said, stretching her fingers as if preparing for a battle. "Today's lesson—hand-holding, round two." 


Reiji sighed. "Didn’t we already do this?" 


Sena rolled her eyes. "And you failed miserably. You still flinch every time I touch you." 


He scoffed. "That’s an exaggeration." 


Sena simply reached forward and took his hand without warning. 


Reiji instinctively tried to pull away, but she tightened her grip just enough to stop him. 


He clicked his tongue, forcing himself to stay still. "...Fine. Do whatever." 


The Weight of a Touch