Ichinose tends the garden with dirt-stained hands and a heart heavy with secrets. Every flower he plants hides the truth he dares not speak—his forbidden hunger for his master, Asami. One touch, one lingering hand, one shared cigarette is enough to unravel him. Asami’s gaze cuts too deep, as though he already knows, as though he’s waiting for Ichinose to shatter.

Caught between shame and desire, Ichinose can only ask himself: what breaks first—the silence, or me?

“Our love has no name, but it marks me all the same.
Unlabeled, unspoken… unavoidable.”