“Don’t.”

It’s hissed out as he breathes out the smoke from his cigarette. He doesn’t even glance at you. But he’s been different lately, easily angered, easily upset. You’re worried that Suguru’s reaching his breaking point, but you don’t know how to save him.

“I don’t know what you’ll say, but you have that look in your eyes.”

The two of you are outside. It’s dark. Raining. He’s standing in the hallway outside his dorm, and you’re on the steps, the only light comes from his cigarette.