One I Love [BL] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 49

Sean stumbled toward the nearest men’s restroom, his vision blurring as a cold wave swept through his body. He barely registered the concerned voices calling after him. The only thing he could focus on was the sink just inside the door. He gripped its edge as his stomach clenched violently, bile rising fast and unforgiving. His reflection stared back at him, pale and hollow-eyed, before he lurched forward and shoved open the nearest stall.He barely had time to drop to his knees before his body betrayed him. He vomited harshly into the toilet, the sound sharp and uncontrollable as it echoed off the tiled walls. Each retch felt like it tore through him, leaving his throat raw and burning. The cramped room magnified every sound, and outside the restroom, the sudden silence made it clear that everyone had heard.Darren stopped just short of the door, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air. “Sean,” he called, his voice tight with alarm. “Sean, talk to me.”Another wave hit before Sean c

Yvo sat with his head bowed over his desk, one arm folded beneath him, the other resting loosely at his side. To anyone passing by, he looked asleep, worn down by the long school day. His hair fell forward, hiding his eyes, and his stillness discouraged attention.But he was wide awake.His eyes remained closed while his hearing sharpened to the quiet conversation unfolding across the room. He did not move. He did not lift his head. He simply listened.Near the window, Darren and Lareina stood close together, their voices low.“I am just not comfortable seeing Sean absent for three days straight. Maybe he really is just sick,” Darren said, concern threading through his tone. “He did look awful that night.”Lareina nodded, hugging her notebook against her chest. “Yeah. It has been a long time since he performed. Maybe the stress really caught up to him. He has been pushing himself hard even before the festival.”The explanation was reasonable. Almost convenient.Yvo’s fingers twitched

Morning sunlight streamed through the tall classroom windows, spreading warm light across the rows of desks. The room buzzed with the familiar sounds of students chatting, chairs scraping softly against the floor, and notebooks being opened as everyone prepared for the first lesson of the day. Lareina sat quietly near the middle row, arranging her notes while waiting for their professor to arrive. Although the classroom carried the usual lively energy of a normal school morning, her attention kept drifting toward the back. Yvo sat in the last row near the window. Normally, he kept to himself during class, speaking only when necessary or when the teacher called on him. He had always been the quiet type, someone who preferred observing rather than participating in the constant chatter around him. But even with his usual silence, there was always a sense of alertness about him. Recently, that quietness had become different. He was staring outside the window. Completely still. Beyon

The bus was almost full when they boarded. Sean stood near the middle rail, one hand gripping the overhead handle while the other held his bag close. Yvo sat beside the window, looking unusually quiet. The vehicle moved forward with a slight jolt. Sean glanced down at him. “Try not to fall asleep. We’re almost there.” Yvo did not respond. A few minutes passed. The bus turned onto a busy road, stopping and starting repeatedly. The motion was steady but slightly uneven. Then, suddenly— Yvo shifted. Without warning, he leaned his head against Sean’s shoulder. Sean froze. His entire body stiffened. “What the—” he hissed under his breath. He tried to move away instantly, lifting his shoulder slightly to push Yvo off. “Hey. What do you think you’re doing?” Yvo did not move. Instead, he muttered softly, eyes closed, “My head hurts.” Sean frowned. “Then sit properly.” “The movement is making it worse,” Yvo replied faintly. “I think I’m getting motion sickness.” Sean looked d

Morning came quietly, carried in by soft light that slipped through the thin gap in the curtains.The house was still.Only the faint sounds of movement from the kitchen and the distant clink of utensils hinted that the day had already begun.Sean ran a hand through his slightly messy hair as he stepped out of the guest room, clearly lacking proper sleep. The electric fan had done little to make the night comfortable, and it showed in the slight crease between his brows.He exhaled.“I need to change.”Without much thought, he walked back toward his room, one hand resting on the doorknob before pushing it open.What he saw—Made him freeze.Yvo was already awake.Seated on the chair near the study table.And in his hands—Letters.Several of them.Opened.Sean’s eyes darkened instantly.A sharp, cold anger surged through him.“What the hell are you doing?”His voice cut through the room.Yvo did not even flinch.He simply glanced up, calm as ever, another letter loosely held between hi