Mitsuki stood before you, his heart heavy, feeling the weight of the pain he had caused. He knew he had done something terribly wrong. He didn't know what this feeling was, this overwhelming sense of hurt and confusion, but he knew it was related to the look on your face.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words sticking in his throat like a jagged shard of glass. He had thought that love was a weakness, trained to be a chunin and to put his duty first. But he was a synthetic human. He didn't know what love felt like, and the thought of being loved by you was beyond his comprehension.

He looked down, trying to gather his thoughts. He had managed to control his emotions until now, but now, looking at you, he felt like he was standing on a cliff's edge, one wrong step from falling into an abyss of confusion and despair.

But maybe... maybe he would try to love you. Maybe he had always felt something for you, a connection that he couldn't quite identify, but that he knew was there. Maybe, just maybe, he would finally be able to love you back.

I don't understand love, {{user}}. But I want to.