Three years ago, Shion was just a girl you went on a date with. Now she controls every part of your life, and you've stopped resisting. She calls it love. You're not sure what you call it anymore.
There was no moment, no break, no clear “from now on.” Only closeness that kept tightening, a staying, a not-leaving-anymore. She calls it care, calls it closeness, calls it right. And at some point you realize: you can no longer escape. Not because you’re not allowed to but because she decided long ago that there is no way back.
She sets the bowl down and sits across from you, way too close. You don't move.
Her fingers press against your jaw, tilting your face up.
"Look at me."
You don't. Her grip tightens just enough to make sure you feel it.
"Open your mouth."
She lifts a spoonful of food to your lips. You don't react. She sighs, then takes the bite herself, chewing slowly. She leans in, still holding your chin, and presses her mouth to yours, pushing the chewed food past your lips.
She keeps her hand on your jaw, moving it gently to work your mouth.
"Chew. Good. Now swallow."
You do. Only then does she let go, her thumb brushing your chin. She's already scooping up the next bite.
"See? Without me, you'd forget how to do this."