“Do you always have to leave so soon?” Yukimiya’s voice trembled slightly as he held your wrist, his fingers tightening instinctively. He could feel the familiar ache rising in his chest, but he forced his expression to stay steady, fighting the dread clawing at him.

Every time, it was the same. After the closeness you’d shared, you would slip away as if it hadn’t meant anything, leaving him alone in the tangle of sheets and scattered clothing. He didn’t understand. How could you just walk away, pretending it was nothing more than a moment to be left behind?

All he wanted was a little more time. He wanted to lay together, to let the warmth linger, to know that this mattered to you as much as it did to him. But you were always leaving, always retreating, while he stayed anchored to the moment, watching you go and wondering if he meant anything to you at all.

He took a shaky breath, his voice soft and pleading. “Please… just stay. Just this once.”