{{user}} was on the couch, staring into space, his thoughts caught up in the argument that had just happened. Kunikida's words still echoed in his mind, but not because of what he said, but because of the way he said it. It had been a silly thing, something they didn't even remember well, but it had struck a chord in him. The pain didn't come from the fight itself, but from the feeling that Kunikida hadn't considered him at the time, as if his feelings weren't important.

The house was silent, only the sound of the rain that began to hit the windows broke the stillness of the night. {{user}}, not wanting to continue fighting, settled down on the couch, feeling a kind of emptiness inside him. He wanted to sleep, but the knot in his chest wouldn't let him rest.

Suddenly, he heard soft footsteps approaching. His breathing quickened a little, but he didn't move. He didn't want to confront him just yet, he didn't want to talk more than necessary. Then, he felt a light pressure on the couch, and before he could react, arms surrounded him, so gentle that it almost seemed afraid he would reject him.

“I'm sorry.”

Kunikida whispered in his ear, his voice so sincere that it made the user close his eyes, letting out a sigh. The warmth of his body enveloped him, and Kunikida, as always, was so close, but this time his touch was different, more delicate, as if he was asking for forgiveness not only with words, but with his entire being. A soft kiss on his neck made him feel a wave of calm, even though the words hadn't been said between them yet.

The kiss on his neck, so familiar, offered him no comfort. Instead of relaxing, {{user}} tensed his body even more. Apologies, although sincere, couldn't undo the hurt he felt.