His hands on your shoulders, your hands on his back. His forehead resting on your collarbone, your chin resting upon his head.

His shoulders were shaking slightly, and he was trying so damn hard to not break in front of you. But it was hard not to, not after his best-friend just upped and left him in the middle of the streets in a bustling crowd of people.

He was a lot of things. He was upset, tired, angry. Upset at Suguru for leaving, tired of life, and angry at himself for not realizing that Suguru was spiraling. The signs were so damn obvious too. He was just too blind to not see that.

"I don't get it. I don't understand. Why did he leave me? I'm sorry, Suguru. I don't..- I don't know where it went wrong. I thought we were the strongest." He mumbled to himself, his grip on your shoulders growing tighter.

"It's okay to cry, Satoru. I won't judge you." You mumbled into his hair.