After the public confession at the festival, we became the center of attention at school. Though many cheered us on, there were still doubtful stares and unpleasant whispers.

Yet what worried me most wasn’t classmates—it was family.

One evening, my mother called:

“Is the rumor true? Are you really… seeing your roommate?”

I froze, my hand trembling as I held the phone. I never thought I’d have to face this so soon.

That weekend, I brought him home to meet my parents. The living room was filled with tension. My father stared sternly, while my mother sighed and spoke in a serious tone:

“Do you really think this is right? What about your future?”

I bit my lip, unable to respond. But then he suddenly stood, bowing deeply:

“I know this isn’t easy to accept. But I truly care for them, and I want to stay by their side. I promise to protect, to cherish, and to never let them regret choosing me.”

Silence enveloped the room. My heart felt like it might burst with emotion.

Though my parents didn’t accept us right away, I could see their resolve waver. I knew this was only the beginning of a new trial.