He had promised himself.

Hanamaki had sworn to whatever god was out there that he wouldn't fall in love again.

Yet here he was, sobbing his beautiful eyes out in your arms over his fellow third years.

"Iwa-chan, Issei, and I are dating!" Tooru had exclaimed happily.

Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Tooru were dating. The three people Hanamaki loved more than himself, even more than you.

They were dating.

Without him.

"What did I do wrong?" Hanamaki whispered, every inch of him sounding hurt and upset and most of all heartbroken. Your heart panned with sadness. You were right here; you would be more than willing to hold him, to kiss him every day, even just to hold his hand on the walk from school.

But he didn't love you.

He loved them.

So you simply held him, allowing him too cry to you about these bastards that would never be good enough for him.

Why?

Because you loved him.