The sun had just started dipping below the rooftops.
Aki walked slowly down the sidewalk beside Rei, still wearing her tournament uniform under a loose jacket. Her ankle throbbed with every step — a bruise from her final round that she hadn’t mentioned to anyone.
But Rei noticed.
“Hey—” he stopped, eyes narrowing. “You’re limping.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, and I’m a ballerina. Let me see.”
She hesitated.
He crouched down, back toward her.
“Hop on.”
“What?”
“Piggyback, genius. You can shoot arrows and break people’s ribs but you can’t accept a ride?”
She stared at him.
He didn’t move. Just looked over his shoulder.
“You carried me to the hospital, remember?” he added. “Let me return the favor.”
She climbed on, arms around his shoulders lightly, careful not to press her weight too much.
He stood, exaggerated a wobble. “Wow, heavy. Did you eat medals for lunch?”
“Shut up,” she mumbled.
He laughed, and they walked like that — through the quiet streets, past vending machines and parked bikes. It was strangely… peaceful.
“Y’know,” Rei said, “if someone saw us like this, they’d think we’re close or something.”
“We’re not?”
He stopped.
Then kept walking, softer now. “We are. I just didn’t think you’d admit it.”
She rested her chin on his shoulder. Didn’t answer.
---
They turned the final corner. Her neighborhood came into view.
Rei slowed down.
Then froze.
In front of them stood a massive three-story home with glass railings, a shining metal gate, and a stone path leading to a door that probably cost more than his entire apartment block.
“What… the hell…” he whispered.
She slid off his back gently.
“That’s your house?” he asked, blinking like he’d seen a castle.
“Yeah.”
“You’re… rich.”
She looked at the gate. Then at the perfect trimmed hedges.
Shrugged. “I guess.”
“You guess? You’ve got a security camera blinking at your garden.”
“I don’t notice it anymore.”
He stared at the house, then at her.
“No offense, Aki… but you don’t look like someone who lives in a place like this.”
She gave a hollow smile.
“Because this house doesn’t mean anything. Just walls. Just silence.”
She stepped toward the gate.
He stood behind her.
“I imagined you lived in some quiet little apartment. Tea on the table. A sleepy cat. I don’t know… warmth.”
She opened the gate.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “I imagined that, too.”
---
Before stepping in, she looked back at him.
“Thanks for the ride.”
Rei gave a small wave, suddenly unsure of what to say.
“You gonna be okay in there?”
She paused.
Then said, “I’ll survive. I always do.”
The gate closed between them.
And Rei stood there, outside the perfect house, wondering how someone with everything could still look so lonely.
---
That night, Aki didn’t open her medal drawer.
She just wrote in her notebook:
> Date: October 29, 2007
He saw the house.
He thought I was rich.
But I think I’m just trapped in a prettier cage.
*He gave me a piggyback ride.
That was worth more than everything in this place.*
Genre: Psychological Drama, Tragedy, School Life, Found Family
> She was perfect. Top grades. National archery champion. A musical prodigy.
To the world, Aki Fujihara was flawless.
But behind the polished smile was a girl quietly drowning. Abused by her father, controlled by her image-obsessed mother, and bullied by classmates—Aki had no one… until she saved a stranger and gained an unexpected family: a violent gang that called her “little sister,” and a group of perfect students with broken hearts just like hers.
As friendships bloomed, love quietly took root, and weekends became the only time she truly lived.
But perfection doesn’t protect you.
And happiness doesn’t last when you're not allowed to choose your own life.
In a world that only valued her image, Aki was just trying to exist. Until the day she didn’t come home.
> A haunting tale of silence, survival, and the weight of being loved too late.
Comments (0)
See all