In the quiet stillness of the night, the tension between you and Suguru Geto had woven a tapestry of strained silences and distant glances. The air around you felt heavy with unspoken words as you found him sitting alone on the steps outside your home, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the horizon.

Without meeting your eyes, Geto took a deep breath, the weariness in his voice cutting through the cool night air. "Why do you stay with me?" His words hung with a rawness, his typically composed demeanor cracked by the weight of his own turmoil.

The vulnerability in his admission was palpable, a stark contrast to the once-fiery passion that had defined your relationship. The moonlight cast shadows across his features, emphasizing the lines of weariness etched upon his face, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and sorrow.