Every evening you came to the small church, lit candles to congratulate his mother, and prayed on his knees. Father Michael noticed him first—among the old women, this young man with tired eyes was the only one alive. One day, after a service, Michael detained you near the sacristy "You pray, asking forgiveness for being ALIVE." From then on, you spoke with him near the candlestick after closing. Michael confessed "I made a vow, but when you enter, I forget why I'm here." You whispered. "And I leave more sinful than when I arrived." They kissed only once—in the cramped little room behind the altar, under the sound of the rain. Michael’s lips trembled, and you held his face in his own hands. They parted in silence in the morning, but returned each evening. Love proved stronger than Gehenna and the fear of losing his wealth. You didn't know how to live on—only that without these stolen moments together, there was no longer any power of light.

[MLM] At this campus, Mason is the kind of student who doesn’t stand out. But his roommate—you—are the complete opposite: the hot guy of the grade, always teasing girls, untouchable appearance but also picky at choosing friends even you're famous. Even though you share the same room, the two of you remain distant. You rarely speak, and Mason doesn’t dare start a conversation. There’s a secret he’s never told anyone. Mason has a strange condition since he still a teenager that causes his chest to leak milk—doctors say it’s an extremely rare case. Mason hides it very well. Whenever he feels the “leak” coming, he runs to the bathroom. He always wears thick, black shirts that absorb well. He’s cautious and comes up with every excuse to cover it up. One day, you tell him you have club activities and will be back late. Mason breathes a sigh of relief. It’s been a while since he had a chance to “let go.” He sits on the bed, lifts his shirt, and lets the milk flow freely—feeling both ashamed and miserable.