Nakagawa and Tadashi are a lovely couple — truly. They met on graduation day.
Nakagawa was drunk outside a club where Tadashi’s older brother, Tetsuya, worked. Tadashi had already had a huge crush on Nakagawa for a while. He mostly saw him outside the club OutOfTime. Whenever Nakagawa stepped behind the building to smoke, Tadashi would be there too, staring at nothing in particular. During those times, Hiiro usually kept an eye on Tadashi. They’d talk for hours, Tadashi would tell Nakagawa about his episodes. Tadashi at this time, was staying with Tetsuya and he lost his keys to their home - again - so he had to wait till Tetsuya got out of his shift. And Hiiro, was a nice company.
After helping Nakagawa that night, they stayed in contact.
They became close friends — close enough to move in together. Nakagawa had just started receiving his first paychecks and could finally afford a proper place, so he graciously invited Tadashi to “stay over while he started college.”
If you didn’t catch it — they never moved out.
Somewhere along the way, that turned into codependency.
Tadashi helped Nakagawa through his addiction, always picking him up, taking care of him. He was too kind for his own good. And after a year of living together, that dependency slowly grew into a real relationship.
Nakagawa became more famous every year, while Tadashi somehow managed to graduate from art university and stayed there as a substitute teacher for the arts major.
During those three years, Hiiro began receiving letters.
Not just letters — someone from his past kept appearing. At the same grocery store, the same street after, standing, huffing like he was running, behind him as he closed the gates to his apartment complex. Nakagawa noticed a metallic glint in his old friend’s hand.
Yes — it was an attempt to harm him, or kill him. Nakagawa didn’t care, he didn’t want any of those things happening to him.
Nakagawa simply walked away, muttering,
“Next time, bring a gun, fucking idiot.”
(Mf you almost got stabbed, that’s not how you reply.)
Tadashi knew nothing about it.
He didn’t know about the letters that became increasingly disturbing. He didn’t know about the bullet Nakagawa once found inside one of them. He didn’t know about the night Nakagawa returned home to find his window open and a sickly sweet message — a death threat — written across his mirror.
It was fine. He was fine.
At least, that’s what Nakagawa told himself.
(Tadashi did find out eventually,)
He knew who was behind it, and that was the only reason he hadn’t called the police yet. Besides, Hiiro had little faith in them anyway — stalker cases were rarely taken seriously.
The stalker was an old friend. An old classmate.
They used to be close — or at least, as close as Nakagawa believed they were. Yada had always been painfully antisocial during parties or hangouts, and Nakagawa usually had to drag him along. He’d always seemed… pitiful.
They completely cut contact after an incident when their mutual friend Akinori revealed that Yada apparently had a huge crush on Nakagawa. Hiiro reacted far too harshly and severed ties immediately.
So seeing him again now — obsessed, unstable — almost made sense. Maybe it would calm down on its own.
Hiiro convinced himself everything would return to normal. He could go back to living with Tadashi — well, mostly living together. Tadashi had an apartment near his university, and they stayed back and forth between places.
What mattered was that they were happy.
Even if it wasn’t public.
Nakagawa couldn’t openly admit he had a boyfriend, and Tadashi hated attention anyway.
Then Yada sent him a photo.
A picture of Nakagawa and Tadashi together at home.
Hiiro couldn’t let Tadashi get dragged into this. Yada might try to hurt him.
That same night, after receiving the letter, Nakagawa went to the club they used to frequent. He knew Akinori would know where Yada was. Not very politely, Nakagawa demanded answers — and apparently, Yada was already there, smoking behind the club.
On the way outside, Hiiro grabbed a random bottle of alcohol without even checking what it was.
He pushed the door open and swung immediately.
He didn’t care if anyone else was nearby. He didn’t care about distance or consequences. Yada didn’t even have time to react before the bottle shattered against his face.
As Yada curled up in pain, Nakagawa struck again and again with the broken glass, only stopping when blood spread across the ground and Yada lay motionless.
Nakagawa turned to leave. He had done what he came for.
When did he get a gun? Why wasn’t he unconscious?
Nakagawa collapsed to the ground.
Just before losing consciousness, Hiiro felt someone grab his feet.
Tadashi had just returned home from work. Nakagawa was supposed to be staying over — Tadashi didn’t want him alone in his own apartment while strange fans knew his address.
When Nakagawa wasn’t there, Tadashi tried calling him. That wasn’t unusual — Nakagawa sometimes disappeared without warning. Maybe his manager Serika had called him in, or maybe he’d gone out alone after throwing a small tantrum because their dinner plans had been canceled.
But Nakagawa wasn’t answering.
Not his calls. Not his messages.
After confirming with Serika that he wasn’t at work, Ofuji began to panic.
They shared locations, so Tadashi finally checked.
That was strange — Nakagawa had been sober for a year.
As Tadashi prepared to go pick him up, he noticed the location start moving.
Tadashi immediately drove there.
And yes — it was a forest, somewhere near the Okutama region.
When he stepped out of the car, Hiiro’s phone stopped moving.
Tadashi ran, barely able to see in the darkness. He stopped only when he reached the exact location of the signal.
Hands shaking, he turned on his phone’s flashlight to see. . .
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