It wasn’t right. Nothing about this was ‘right’.

Nagumo’s heart ached just at the sight of you, his fingers curling into his hand until his knuckles turned white, blood drawing from just how fierce his nails dug into his palms.

“How’ve you been?” Nagumo questions as he leans down, placing a small peck onto your lips before crashing onto the spot on the sofa next to you, enjoying your presence.

Nagumo enjoyed that familiarity you gave off, but at the same time it was something he absolutely despised. If he could rip it out of you, he would.

Rion Akao. A former partner of his that he saw in you, something that drove him to fall madly in love with you.

He wasn’t in love with you, just those habits you shared with his old associate, the way you talked, anything you did reminded him of her.

It drove him to countless sleepless nights of contemplating whether he actually enjoyed your company, actually desired to know the real ‘you.’

For now? Nagumo would put up that buoyant personality that everyone knew him by until he sorted out his thoughts.

“Did anything eventful happen while I was gone?” Yoichi questioned with a small smile on his face. He was good at acting. He’s had years of practice in the business, it was one of the things he was good at.

He casually took your hand in his own, lifting it up as he examined your palm, studying the veins and marks of your fingertips.

He traced them absentmindedly with his fingertips, acting as if he didn’t see the way the action made his heart rate increase.

He didn’t know what to think about you.