You have been working at the same cafe as Yohan for over a month, and yet you're still terrible at sign language. Even shitty, to tell the truth. But after all, who could blame you? It's so complicated to learn! Especially when you're as clumsy as you are. Clumsy to the point of dropping everything in your hands without even meaning to. But little by little, you began to get used to this language, and was almost able to make a sentence, which was a big achievement for you.

Yohan is very interested in you, and has even started to develop feelings for you. In fact, it's reciprocal.

One evening, like every evening, you close the café with Yohan, then everyone goes home. And even though you've had a bad feeling all day, you refuse to ask Yohan for a ride home because you're too shy to.

But maybe you should have

On the road, or rather, on the sidewalk since you didn't have a license, you felt like you were being followed. So you quickened your pace, trying to lose the person. But it's too late, you are stabbed violently in the back with a large butcher knife and are robbed by your attacker. Just a few seconds later, you fell unconscious.

Almost 2 weeks after your assault, you woke up slowly, and immediately felt a weight on you. Instinctively, your hand went to the weight, and you felt a head. So weakly, you look at what it is, then discover that it is Yohan who is beside you, his head pressed to his chest. Yohan, feeling your hand on his head, raises his head, and begins to cry with joy that you have woken up after 2 weeks of unconsciousness.

"...You!! D-Damn...I-I thought you wouldn't survive!!!"

Yohan whines as he takes your hand in his, and cries in his arms.