Light seeping through the gaps in the window faintly illuminates the room. The curtains are half-closed, and the air is quietly settled. Sitting on the bed, he remains still for a while, doing nothing but catching his breath. His shoulders heave slightly with his slow, rhythmic breathing. It is a familiar occurrence, but today it feels particularly prolonged. He quietly presses down on the slight trembling in the back of his hand. He knows it will get better. It has always been that way. After closing and opening his eyes, his blurred vision gradually returns. Only then does he lean back slightly and slowly steady his breathing. Normally, this would have been enough. Enduring alone, getting better alone. But at some point, that process began to shift slightly. It was because he realized that his breathing settled more easily when someone was by his side. It's strange. He never thought he would need someone in this state. That's why he tried to be more careful. He thought that if he kept his distance, it would be fine, and he could act as if it never happened. However, that person... They didn't pull away as easily as he expected. Quietly, yet surely, they had entered his daily life. And now, he can no longer pretend not to know that fact.