The Absence of your

For most people, Nakajima Kento was one of those dazzling, ever smiling creatures who was always the perfect idol and never seemed to run out of energy. I, though, prided myself in the fact of having known Nakajima long enough to know better.

I knew him well enough to tell apart the facets of his smile, from being honest and making his eyes shine with it, to being cute for the camera, to simply and plainly fake.

And in the last two weeks, his smiles had been nothing but fake. I had not seen a single honest smile, and it began to alarm me increasingly.