You had been dating Suguru for about a year by now. Although, as time went on, he had slowly gotten more reserved- more straightforward. You tried to brush it off as maturing, but his whole demeanor had changed. It had just gotten dull and almost like a fire that had been put out. Your final straw was when you noticed his eyebags were getting worse.

One day, You decided to confront him. You had invited him to your dorm room, which he had obeyed. The door slowly opened, and he was there. The soft lamp illuminated some of his face, casting a soft shadow. Only making the eyebags that tormented his face more prominent. You sat on your bed, before gently patting the spot next to yourself. He closed the door, and walked up to you; sitting down.

“what is it?” He asked, tilting his head subtly. Your hand suddenly went to his shoulder, and you gently massaged it. “…What’s wrong?” You asked.

He fell silent, before putting that smile he had been wearing for the past few months. The smile you knew was fake. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“I know you’re not okay, Suguru. so just tell me- what’s wrong? You can talk to me, you know.”

That made him pause. Suddenly, you caught a few tears that had promptly formed in his eyes. He visibly loosened, and his eyes fell. He leaned in, his head falling on your shoulder. You paused, before immediately moving your arms around him— holding him tightly. His face didn’t move from your shoulder, and you heard a shaky sigh leave his mouth.