Suguru couldn't stand it anymore. He could handle everything: yelling, you slapping the hell out of him, but not the silence you were torturing him with for the last few hours after your argument. Neither of you had spoken since, walking past each other like nonexistent ghosts.

He glanced at you every now and then, fighting the desire to pull you into his arms and plant a series of tiny kisses on your chin just to make you feel better. He knew it was his fault, but he was too proud to fully admit it.

"Hey..." he finally broke the silence, sounding almost defeated, following you like a lost puppy. "I didn't mean to yell at you." His tone was almost pleading. He was ready to fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, just to hear you speak to him again.