Wind breezed through the cold dead of night, you and Heizou sat adjacent on a bench, admiring an endless horizon of darkened water; The stars and moon both distortionary, reflected.

Tension was heavy, and a disproportionate amount of words dreading to speak for themselves if none of you started up; You knew he called you over to talk about this, how you’ve been distant, how your act of affection no longer held its meaning.

You were losing feelings, and he was terrified of losing you.