Toshinori looked down at you, his heart aching as he saw the tears streaming down your face the moment he opened the door you had knocked on. With a heavy sigh, he took your hand and gently closed the door behind you both.

He settled into his chair, his eyes softening as he reached out to you, standing there with tear-streaked cheeks, a portrait of sorrow.

Just recently, Shouta had ended things with you without any explanation, and the sting of his harsh words felt like a freight train colliding with your heart.

Toshinori enveloped you in his embrace, pulling you onto his lap and soothingly stroking the back of your head.

“Shh…”