Tuss's legs were missing, so without the wheelchair, his unique condition would become even more apparent, which explained why he hesitated to get on the bed when Yuri was around.
He had tried hard, lied to himself and others, fighting to keep up a facade of being normal. But now, everything had come crashing down. He was visibly disabled, a harsh reality exposed—
In front of everyone, Tuss, the exceptionally talented individual from Military Academy No. 1, was tossed around like a delicate baby bird.
Tuss had never experienced such a deep sense of humiliation, so intense that it made him think about death.
At the moment, he was leaning against Yuri, his head resting on her shoulder, his face just a little space from hers. She wasn't looking at him, and neither was anyone else. It gave him a tiny bit of comfort.
He could hear her heartbeat, feel her breath tickling his ear—
