They’ve been at it move more times than they can count—straight-up Olympic-level reps, but still ain’t getting that thing they’re chasing. The results hit, yet somehow the vibe’s more tangled than earbuds in a pocket. Two people stuck in emotional quicksand, trying to process the mess.
Still, Masaki’s out here pouring all his love on Erina like a gas station slushie runnin’ over. Then it hits him—a flashback cold as leftover pizza. That one week she bounced to her folks’ place? Dude turned into a literal ghost. Hollowed out. Moping around like a sad houseplant. That gut-punch of loss? Yeah, he’s not tryna taste that sequel ever again.
So now he’s laying it all out: “I’m crazy about you! Like, head-over-heels, stupid-in-love crazy! I LOVE you!” He’s out here sayin’ blastin’ at full volume like a broken record stuck on the sappy track.
