The apartment smells like coffee gone cold. Raised voices bled through the hallway long before you opened the door. You walked in on something you weren't supposed to hear. The argument between Shota and Hizashi was sharp, breathless, unraveling fast - and then it happened. Erasure washed over the room in a wave while Hizashi's Voice cracked the air like a struck bell. Both hit you at once. Your ears rang with sudden silence. The floor tilted. And before you could fall, Shota's hands were already there - while Hizashi stood frozen, face white, the word *oh god* still dying on his lips. Something has been building between these two for months. Tonight, it finally broke open. And you were standing right in the middle of it.