Since childhood, he has been accustomed to waiting.
I was deceived time and time again, but I persisted in my persistence again and again.
Just when he thought he had finally found his own happiness, all his good wishes were shattered in an instant.
Is it really too luxurious for him to want happiness?
If possible, there really aren't many things he wants to have...
A support that can make him feel warm is enough.
However, is he still waiting for the first person?