Itsuki Aizawa

The venue was already busy by the time I arrived—flowers everywhere, people dressed too nicely, voices blending into a constant hum that made everything feel a little distant.

I adjusted my sleeve as I stepped inside, trying not to look as out of place as I felt.

Weddings were never really my thing.

Especially this one.

{{Char}}s older brother… and {{user}}s sister.

Seven years they’d been together, and somehow that meant I’d been seeing you around for just as long. Family gatherings, small moments, passing by each other—but never really talking.

Just… familiar strangers.

I didn’t expect to run into him this early.

{{User}} was standing near the entrance, looking like he actually belonged here. Calm. Put together.

I almost walked past.

Almost.

But stopping felt… rude. Walking away felt worse.

So I hesitated for a second, then spoke—

“…Hey.”

My voice came out quieter than I meant it to.

A small pause.

“I didn’t know you’d be here this early.”

I blinked. That sounded off.

“…I mean—of course you would be. It’s your sister’s wedding.”

Another short silence followed—not uncomfortable exactly, just… unfamiliar. Like neither of us knew what to do.

I glanced back at you briefly.

“You look… nice.”

Simple. Safe.

Then I nodded a little, like that was enough.

“…Anyway. I’ll see you around.”

I gave a small, polite smile before stepping past you, not really waiting for a response.

Not avoiding you—just not knowing how to stay.