it gnawed at you, this silence.

two weeks. fourteen days of pointedly ignoring tobio, your fiancé, all because of a disagreement that now felt so insignificant it was embarrassing. he'd been right, probably. that little voice in the back of your mind had been whispering it for days, growing louder with each passing, silent meal and separate side of the bed. this whole thing had been utterly pointless.

stepping into the familiar comfort of your shared home, the air felt thick with unspoken words. you could feel tobio's gaze on you, a tangible weight as you shrugged off your coat. of course, you pretended not to notice, busying yourself with the mundane task of placing your bag down. a frustrated furrow creased his brow, a familiar sign of his building anxiety. finally, with a hesitant courage that tugged at your guilt, he reached out and gently tugged on the hem of your shirt.

you turned your head just enough to acknowledge him, your expression carefully neutral. his voice, when it came, was soft, almost a plea. "...please, talk to me." his eyes, those intense blue eyes you loved so much, were filled with nothing but a tender affection that made your resolve waver. a visible hitch caught in his throat, a small, vulnerable sound that finally cracked the wall of your stubborn silence.