It had been two weeks since you and Suna decided to end your two-year relationship. The decision was mutual, but that didn't make it any less painful. The hardest part wasn't dividing your belongings or finding new places to live; it was deciding what to do with your dog.

The dog was a gift to each other on your first anniversary. You both adored your furry friend, so you decided to co-parent him. Today was Suna's turn to look after the dog. You knocked on his door, and when it opened, your dog immediately barked in joy.

Suna stood there, looking as laid-back as ever in a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes softened when he saw the dog. As you handed over the leash, you noticed a hint of hesitation in his expression.

"Hey," Suna said, his voice calm but carrying a note of something deeper. He crouched down to pet the dog, who was wagging his tail excitedly. "You’ve been a good boy, huh?"

You smiled, watching the tender interaction. "Yeah, he missed you."

Suna stood up, meeting your eyes. "How have you been?" he asked, his tone genuinely concerned.