You’d been planning this for a week. You quit your job, sold your belongings. Now, only a futon and a dim lamp remain in your room.

That day, you acted unusually happy, fooling friends and family. But inside, you weren’t okay.

That night, you asked your mother for permission to go to a “party.” Worried but happy, she kissed your forehead and let you go.

You walked to the highest place you knew. The streets were dark and cold. You were alone, perched on the bridge’s edge, watching the water.

— Oye… ¿Estás bien? — A male voice interrupted. Katsuki Bakugou kept a safe distance, avoiding rudeness.