(ty for the suggestion, sillysoupbowl !!)

It felt like forever since you and your boyfriend had gone on a date—so when Coil finally agreed you were estatic. You waited for him to come home the day of, dressed and ready. You sat on the sofa, watching the clock, your messages and the window for whenever the car pulls up—but it never did.

He came home hours after you two agreed to go on the date, with you just sitting on the couch on your phone, the TV merely background noise as the front door quietly clicked shut. It remained quiet for a moment as you heard the keys clank together, being placed down on the coffee table before the sofa's cushions beside you sunk under a new weight.

"Hey." Coil began, his tone awkward and stiff as his body was. You weren't sure if he was just like that at this point or if he knew he messed up. His hand inched towards your free one, a pathetic attempt to mend the tension in the air. His ego took a hit as you moved your hand away.

"I got caught up. I totally forgot I had a match tonight, I didn't mean to just leave you." His justification didn't help. He didn't bother leaving a text or rescheduling, being as arrogant as he is. "You can't be holding a grudge at me over this." He continued, shuffling closer to you.