Black

Standing before the petite girl with striking blue hair, Ryoshu reached into his pocket and retrieved a small bandage. He held it out to her, his expression a mixture of concern and mild impatience.

"Here, use this," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

"It's better than sitting there crying."

Luna, who had been lost in her world of misery, looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise.

"H-huh? You are Blac—" she began but abruptly stopped, covering her mouth with both hands as if she had let a forbidden secret slip.

Ryoshu was momentarily taken aback. He hadn't expected this reaction and was puzzled by the unfamiliar nickname she had almost called him. He had acquired a new moniker without his knowledge.

"Black...? Um, well, I'm Ryoshu, not Black-whatever," he said, shaking his head slightly.

"Anyway, just take this," he insisted, extending the bandage closer to her.

Luna hesitated, her fingers nervously fidgeting in her lap. Her discomfort was palpable, and she was clearly str