In actuality, Daichi and Minami's romance lasted for nearly two months.
After initially having no romantic feelings for Minami, Daichi gradually started to change his mind and accept that their relationship could be beneficial. Daichi is kind and always tries to make Minami happy, and he enjoys their relationship.
There's just one problem...
During their relationship, the only physical contact they had was holding hands once. Never even kissed. This causes Minami to be concerned and to wonder.
"Atsushi is a mature man in his 30s, but he has never kissed me. Isn't that strange?"
So, on one of their dates, Minami planned something.
Minami dresses sexily on purpose and acts more assertively than normal.
Though Daichi was a little taken aback by Minami's measured demeanor, he comprehended the meaning behind all of this. Thus, despite Daichi's awkwardness, they eventually arrive at the Love Hotel together.
There was no need to explain why they had come to that location. They were clearly planning something more intimate between them.
Minami took the initiative first, despite the fact that she was not particularly good at it.
Their gentle kiss quickly turned into a hot, passionate kiss. However, when Minami touched Daichi's private area, Daichi abruptly pushed her to the floor for some reason.
Minami was stunned, and she rose from the floor, her face flushed with tears and rage.
“Minami-san, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…”
"Why… am I not beautiful enough for you? Is my body not sexy enough?
“No, it's not like that… I just can't—”
"Atsushi, do you really despise me so much that you do not want to do that with me?" Minami's voice was trembling. No matter how brave he was, he obviously could not take another harsh rejection like this one.
Daichi himself was also confused about how to explain. There was no way she would tell Minami about the touch and the way Shuhei had abused her in the past, was there?
Minami was made even more upset by Daichi's silence. He ran out, crying, leaving Daichi behind, who remained silent.
What was supposed to be a long hot night had now failed miserably.
•~•
"Does this mean I will never have a normal life?"
Daichi walked unsteadily, muttering, and looking up at the dark sky devoid of stars. The dark sky felt empty, and Daichi took it as a sign that his life would be just as empty tonight.
When Daichi arrived at his house, it was late at night. He took off his shoes and said, "I am home."
Daichi has been living alone for over two years. And he knew that each time he returned home, no one would be there to welcome him. However, he didn't expect someone to respond to his greeting tonight.
"Welcome back home, Daicchan."
Daichi trembled all over. He had frequently hallucinated hearing that person's voice all this time, but what he heard just now felt too real to dismiss. He suddenly felt very scared in his own home.
The lights suddenly turned on. Daichi could therefore plainly see the kind of monster that awaited him.
Shuhei Yoshimoto, who appeared more mature and handsome, smiled at him. "Welcome back home, Daicchan," he said again.
Nothing frightens Daichi more than the figure of Shuhei. Daichi's knees shook so much that he had to grab the wall to keep from falling.
"Wh—who are you? What are you doing at my home?"
In response to Daichi's question, Shuhei tilted his head.
"Why do you pretend you don't remember me?" Shuhei responded with a question. He moved slowly towards Daichi.
Shuhei closed the gap between them to a razor's edge. Shuhei's body scent overpowered Daichi's sense of smell, and the person's breath was audible in Daichi's ears.
Shuhei grinned. "Don't you miss me, Daicchan?" he asked, opening his mouth in a half-whisper.
Daichi, who had been shaking since the beginning, tried to appear tough.
"You have got the wrong person. Before I call the police, you would better leave this place right away." Daichi forced bravery into his voice and forced the words out.
But Shuhei laughed instead.
"Ha? I've got the wrong person?" He kept laughing. "Do you think you can act as if you do not know me just because you use someone else's identity?" Haha."
"I don't understand what you mean. I really don't know who you are—"
"Daicchan oh Daicchan. So many years have passed but you are still stubborn." With a measuring gaze, Shuhei said. Or is it possible that you are so engrossed in your new persona that you mistake yourself for Atsushi Kamagawa? How is it possible for someone who is dead to come back to life?"
Shuhei inhaled deeply, causing the hairs on Daichi's neck to stand on end. "Your mouth may claim you do not know me, but your body ought to still recognize me. Do you want to prove it?"
Without waiting for Daichi's response, Shuhei kissed him with a sweet, deep kiss rather than the rough kiss Daichi remembered.
Even so, trauma is trauma. Shuhei's gentle touches and kisses still bring back painful memories of Daichi being abused and abused by Shuhei. He fought as hard as he could until he collapsed on the wooden floor.
Daichi hissed, his right leg aching as a result of his actions. He just sat there, not getting up or trying to crawl away.
Daichi looked Shuhei in the eyes from the floor.
"Hey, instead of harassing me again, you'd better kill me like you killed my parents that time."
For a brief moment, there was silence. Daichi and Shuhei locked eyes, but neither wanted to say anything.
Daichi could not wait any longer and opened his mouth again. "Did you hear me, Yoshimoto? I told you to kill me now!"
"I did not kill your parents," Shuhei replied slowly.