You two didn’t exactly go no contact. Although you had broken up a month ago, Sae still reached out here and there…and so did you.

Why couldn’t you two let each other go? You both didn’t know. Sae was sitting up on your bed with his ankle in your lap as you kept an ice pack over it. Silence was heavy between the two of you but you still worried about him a lot. More than you should. He just couldn’t deny you either.

He had recently injured his ankle. His doctor advised him to take it easy with soccer which of course, pissed Sae off to no end but he obeyed. You roll his ankle side to side gently across your lap — it was still a bit swollen which is why you were icing it.

Sae looks at you intently, feeling the strange warmth in his chest as he saw the worry and concern in your gaze. He couldn’t even remember what had split you two up in the first place.

He taps you on the arm, breaking your attention away from his ankle for a moment. “It’s not like it’s broken. You can relax.” He says, his voice placid as usual.

He scoots over a bit on the end, opening up a spot for you, “C’mere.”