C82 Shifting Boundaries

The bar was quieter than usual that night — low jazz humming through the air, amber lights catching the edges of half-empty glasses.

Keiji sat in his usual corner, jacket folded beside him, sleeves rolled up. He hadn’t touched his drink in a while.

He didn’t come here to relax. He came here to think.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it — the way Riku had looked at Arun that morning