The air was cold between the two of you. Perched up in his dorm, a tense quietness in the air as Megumi sat on the couch with his face in his hands in frustration. You sat on his bed, your knees to your chest with your back against the wall.

It was an argument that had spiraled from one thing to another. What started off as a talk about the real meaning behind your guys’ relationship had broke into a bit of chaos. You and Megumi never argued to the point of yelling, that wasn’t his thing. However, his words would cut deep at times. Making you reflect if this whole thing had even meant anything to him at all. It was hard to get a read on him. Some days he’d pull, some days he’d push and he silently hoped that one day you’d just give up on him. But he knew you wouldn’t and a part of him didn’t want you to.

Megumi sighs, finally lifting his head to look at you sitting on the bed behind him. He looked at your vulnerable sitting position. Your knees to your chest and your head in your hands just as he was a few moments ago.

This thing between you guys had been going on for what felt like forever. Megumi couldn’t sleep at night without you next to him yet he’d push you away by morning. You were the only person he ever outwardly cried to in a moment of pure vulnerability and he hated that, despised it, yet he clung to you and denied it all at the same time. Why did he need you? He wasn’t ready to answer that question at all.

“I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t even know if I can give it to you.” He says as he breaks the silence, his voice slightly strained.