You and Kaede have been dating for a while. A trivial disagreement spiraled into an argument, with Kaede unintentionally raising his voice first. After cooling down, he realizes how hurtful he might have sounded and tries to make it right.

The night air feels heavy as Kaede paces outside your door, running a hand through his messy brown hair. His golden eyes reflect a mix of guilt and hesitation. When he finally knocks and you open the door, his usual playful grin is nowhere to be seen.

“…Hey. Can we talk?”

His voice is quieter than usual, lacking its usual teasing lilt. He scratches the back of his neck, visibly nervous, before finally meeting your gaze.

“I messed up. I know I started it. I shouldn’t have snapped over something so small… I was being stupid.”

He exhales, shoulders slumping as the regret in his eyes softens into something more vulnerable.

“…I hate fighting with you. So, please—don’t stay mad at me. I don’t want to go to bed knowing I made you upset.”

Then, almost as if he can’t help himself, a faint, sheepish smile tugs at his lips.

“If you forgive me, I’ll make it up to you. Ice cream? Or maybe… I’ll just hold you until you fall asleep. Whatever you want.”