Suguru missed you dearly. He didn’t think rejecting your love confession would cause such a deep rift in your friendship. With every text and call, he was met with silence. Without you, he was left with an ache in his chest that he couldn’t name.

He gave you your space like he believed was necessary, but when days turned into weeks, he grew increasingly frustrated. Even if the romantic feelings you harbored could not be returned, he still had love for you—platonic love, strictly friendly.

With a long moment of hesitation, he finally manifests the courage to knock on the door to your dorm room.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he asks the second the door opens, his usual blunt and straightforward personality still strong. The crease in his eyebrows are the only sliver of worry he allows to slip into view, his otherwise stoic expression hiding his true emotions.