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「 And There Was Love 」

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AVOIDING PEOPLE HAVE always been an integral part of Shikami's life. He's been doing so for years now, perhaps nearing two decades now that he's turning eighteen in just a week. It was quite an easy task for him considering human interaction and social activities were two things he was never really good at.

Most of the people in the second affiliate have already gotten used to him ignoring their presence, whether it was intentional or not, but some may still find it a bit hurtful just because they aren't used to not getting attention, while the rest understood the quiet boy's sentiments.

Shikami has always been known for being this quiet yet intimidating person, even with his small stature. They deemed him as a knife with an impossibly sharp edge, both literally and figuratively. Always handle him with care or just one small mistake, you'll have a finger cut off. Or worse, he'd be impaling you, deep and irremovable, dying by his hands.

However, someone has already broken his tip and dulled out his blade, forcing him to be nearly useless.

Once the boy that held knives and blades like pen on a paper, now a boy that's shut off from the world, locking himself day and night in his office. Not even Mitsuki was allowed in his office anymore, which greatly worried everyone.

Every other hour, an executive or Mitsuki herself would appear at Shikami's office door with food or drinks, placing it on the ground for him to take once they leave. Not a single conversation was held for weeks. Not with Mitsuki, not with Ryuhei, not with Kenta, and reasonably, not even with Yoojin.

The bespectacled teen would be seen coming back every other day to try and talk to the boy, knocking on his door lightly and leaving a box filled with gifts of various kinds as some sort of apology to him. Apologies and sincerity was not something Yoojin could be commonly associated with, yet when it comes to Shikami, he seemed to be so genuine with his efforts.

And those said efforts were neither acknowledged or dismissed. No one was certain, they've never seen Shikami take the gifts or throw it away, all they know is that the box disappears by midnight and a new one would appear the next day.

However, to everyone's great surprise, they finally saw the masked boy come out of his shell once more, still timid but there was progress.

Mitsuki had to hold herself back from striking up a conversation with Shikami, watching him walk towards the coffee machine wearing his usual red mask and pajamas. The pajamas only consisted of a hoodie that was far too large for him and thick, cotton pajama bottoms, and flipflops as well. It was unprofessional, of course, but were any of them going to complain? Of course not. This was the only time Shikami went out of his office feeling comfortable enough to wear something so informal.

At the far corner of the room, Ryuhei couldn't stop himself from ogling at the unsuspecting masked boy, his eyes fixated on his movements. He was shaking, but no one moved to help him get a cup and place it under the coffee dispenser since they were afraid that one wrong action and they might never see Shikami again.