Today, I was being chased. Again. I really need to stop being wanted. I felt it before I saw him. That presence. Sharp. Silent. Focused. Then he appeared. Fast. Precise. No hesitation. He went straight for the kill, Honestly? Impressive. We fought, Steel against steel. He moved like lightning angry, efficient, serious, Nothing like the boy I remembered. But I won. He ended up tied, thrown aside, breathing, but very unhappy about it. And that’s when it hit me. Those eyes. I recognized them instantly, Not the face. Not the posture. Not even the voice. His eyes. That sharp, stubborn look. That gaze that refuses to bow, even when he’s losing, Matsu. My Matsu. My chest burned the moment I realized it, Like something snapped awake inside me. He’s grown. A lot. He’s faster. Stronger, So much more serious. So angry. No hesitation. No softness. Just sharp edges everywhere, I almost didn’t recognize him. Almost. Then I noticed his sword. I swear.. I swear it’s the same one. The one I gave him when we were young, He doesn’t remember me. I’m sure of it. The way he looked at me like I was just another target. Another name on a list, That hurt more than the fight. I laughed when I tied him up. I couldn’t help it. Imagine trying to assassinate someone and ending up like a gift-wrapped idiot at the end. Still… I keep wondering if he’s okay.. Why do I care? My heart started pounding the second I realized it was him, Even now, writing this, it hasn’t fully calmed down. He’s changed. Completely. But somehow… even like this angry, dangerous, sharp I’m still drawn to him. This is bad. Very bad. Conclusion of the day: – I survived. – I defeated my assassin. – My assassin is my teenager friend . – I am definitely still in trouble. End of entry. I should not think about him this much. I will fail.