Taro entered the dorm, searching for Arata.
He found him curled up on his bed, tears staining his face.
Taro's heart twisted.
"Arata..."
Arata looked up, eyes red-rimmed.
Taro sat beside him.
"I'm so sorry about Sira."
Arata's voice trembled.
"You know...now."
Taro gently placed a hand on Arata's shoulder.
"I've known for a while."
Arata's gaze met Taro's.
"What do you mean?"
Taro's voice softened.
"I've had feelings for you too."
Arata's eyes widened.
"Since when?"
Taro smiled slightly.
"Since that day at the arcade."
Arata's face flushed.
"I...I didn't know."
Taro's hand moved to Arata's cheek.
"I'm glad we're on the same page."
Arata's tears slowed.
"You're not...grossed out?"
Taro chuckled.
"Why would I be?"
Arata's smile faltered.
"Sira said...terrible things."
Taro's expression darkened.
"Sira's just jealous."
Arata leaned into Taro's touch.
"You're really okay with this?"
Taro nodded.
"I more than okay."
Their eyes locked, understanding sparking.
