Everyday felt the same. And everyday was a constant reminder of what he had lost.

Since the Shibuya incident, Yuji hadn’t been the same. The once cheerful and dorky boy had become a lifeless and monotone shell of a person.

All your efforts of trying to cheer him up eventually blew up in your face. You had never seen him like this.

“I thought I told you, I don’t NEED your help.” He said coldly. He’s never talked to you like this before.