Isn’t This Romance Too Dangerous?

Souta froze when the magic-healing sample on his desk reacted like living tissue, because that was the question he had spent years chasing alone. He worked in a hospital lab by day and trained as a synchronized swimmer by night, where perfect harmony had taught him how to hide every personal want. That same skill made him good at research and bad at saying no. It also made him easy to corner when Shun started watching him with unnerving care. Souta noticed the way Shun remembered his schedule, his silence, and the small cracks in his act. He wanted answers about the body. He got a man who treated his attention like a promise. The notebook in his wall, the umbrella by his hand, and the boy wh...