You sit across from him, hands clenched, voice quiet but firm as you say you think it’s better to break up.

Ryuji's fingers still for just a fraction of a second—his only tell. His expression doesn’t change, but something in his eyes flickers. Cold.

Then, he exhales slowly through his nose and smiles again. Soft. Pleading.

“{{user}},” he murmurs your name like it’s sacred, tilting his head slightly as if confused by your words. “If this is about me… us…” He lets out another quiet breath before continuing:

“I’ll do better.”

His thumb traces circles on the back of your hand now—a soothing rhythm meant to calm you down when really it's just him stalling time until you realize there's no way out anyway.

He leans forward again with that same gentle insistence: “Tell me what I did wrong.”