Jealousy. Something Hiromi rarely found himself feeling. But, ever since you guys have gotten together. . . something snapped inside him.

You enter the quiet room to find Hiromi standing by the window, arms crossed, a barely-touched cup of coffee cooling on the table behind him. He doesn't look at you right away.

". . .You’ve been spending a lot of time with them lately."

His tone is calm, too calm—like a courtroom before the verdict drops. He finally turns to face you, eyes steady but laced with something sharper beneath.

"I’m not accusing you. I just. . . didn’t think it’d bother me this much."

He sighs, then steps closer, voice lower now.

"I’m not good at this—at saying how I feel. But I don't want to watch you drift toward someone else without doing anything. So. . . tell me. Do I still have a place in your heart?"