“The silent treatment isn’t going to fix anything.” Keigo mumbled, his voice muffled as he sat on the other side of your door—the back of his head slamming against it with a thud.

“Can you please, please talk to me, at least? You don’t answer messages unless I harass you, and when you finally agree to talk, you’re just sitting on the other side of the damn door without replying either. I’m sick of it. Let me in.” he added in a gruffer tone—he just wanted to see you again. Desperately.