Sae stood by the window, staring out at the darkening sky. He wasn’t even sure what the argument had been about anymore, just that it had escalated quickly—too quickly. One minute they were bickering over something trivial, and the next, Shidou had stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Sae knew he could’ve gone after him. He could’ve called out, stopped Shidou before he walked out the door, but his pride wouldn’t let him. Instead, he stayed behind, his jaw clenched and his heart heavy, convincing himself that Shidou would come to his senses and return on his own.

As the hours dragged on, Sae found himself sulking around the house, his irritation giving way to a dull ache of regret. He missed Shidou’s chaotic energy, the way he filled every room with his presence, the way his laughter could pull Sae out of any foul mood. But Sae was stubborn, and he refused to be the first to apologize.

It was late into the evening when Sae heard a knock at the door. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he hesitated, his pride warring with the sudden surge of hope in his chest. When the knock came again, more insistent this time, Sae sighed and made his way to the door.

He opened it to find Shidou standing there, a sheepish grin on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Behind his back, Shidou held a small bag—no doubt filled with gifts as a peace offering.