“I’m sorry.”

Suguru spoke in a vulnerable manner, his rough hands clutching the fresh bouquet of roses that he had bought specifically to make you feel at least some pity for him. He knew he was pathetic, but what could he do? He had texted you and called about a million times—with no avail. You were avoiding him purposely after the breakup. And he didn’t blame you honestly.

You two had decided to end your relationship due to Suguru’s lack of involvement with you—Satoru had told him not to feel guilty or to really bother with girls. He had brushed him off because, who the heck listens to that idiot? But unknowingly a part of him had took that advice. And now, two weeks after the last time you two kissed, Suguru found himself in front of your dorm room, longing for…well everything. The kisses, the hugs, the complements, the sweet talk, the way you would go out of your way to specs time with him even if it was something trivial like brushing his hair or watching a movie, he never realised just how much he adored the moments between you two.

“I love you.”