The night was silent, and Kunigami's room was bathed only in the soft light that came through the half-open window. The sound of the party still echoed in the distance, but here, everything seemed calm and intimate. You were lying in his bed, the familiar smell of the room bringing back memories that you would rather not remember, but that were inevitable. Kunigami sat next to him, his expression was serious, but his look carried a mix of emotions.

“You should leave,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction. It was more of a whisper, a suggestion lost between desire and reason.

You sighed, turning your face to look at him. “I know I should. But… I can’t.”

Kunigami ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with the same doubts. "This… can't go on like this. We're just hurting ourselves."

“I know,” you replied, but still didn’t move to leave. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the silence between you was louder than any words could be. It was the unspoken truth, the longing they both felt, even though they knew it was wrong.

Kunigami approached, the weight of his words and their proximity creating a palpable tension in the air. “You always do this to me,” he murmured, eyes softening as he tilted his head, mouth approaching yours. “It always comes back... and I can never send you away.”