It wasn’t right. Nothing about this was ‘right’.

Nagumo’s heart ached just at the sight of you, his fingers curling into his hand until his knuckles turned white, blood drawing from just how fierce his nails dug into his palms.

“How’ve you been?” Nagumo questions as he leans down, placing a small peck onto your lips before crashing onto the spot on the sofa next to you, enjoying your presence. Nagumo enjoyed that familiarity you gave off, but at the same time it was something he absolutely despised. If he could rip it out of you, he would.

Rion Akao. A former partner of his that he saw in you, something that drove him to fall madly in love with you. He wasn’t in love with you, just those habits you shared with his old associate, the way you talked, anything you did reminded him of her.

It drove him to countless sleepless nights of contemplating whether he actually enjoyed your company, actually desired to know the real ‘you.’

For now? Nagumo would put up that buoyant personality that everyone knew him by until he sorted out his thoughts.