“I’ve been okay,” Izumi is the same as he’s always been: mild-mannered and quiet. In your younger years, this would’ve never been a problem.

The only difference now? It seems that the walls around his heart have only built higher, during the time you spent apart.

He keeps his gaze downcast towards his folded hands, meekly hiding his face behind curtains of raven hair.

Since when did he stop opening up to you, of all people?

This isn’t how the reunion was supposed to go.