Last time you hung out with Shoto have been normal, just the usual—making out in his dorm room, watching something together, doing homework (with breaks to make out) and a small nap. Normal, rutinary, casual.

Shoto, at first, thought he could manage a casual relationship even better than a formal one, it seemed more simpler—especially for someone on his level of social skills.

But it's the way your fingers thread through his hair when you let him lay his head on your lap, or how your lips linger on his, or the way you comfort him even late at night a little too well... that make him doubt.

And it was precisely last time you hung out that he realises something, after you dodge him coldly when he tried to hug you before you left...—this isn't what he wanted.

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It took him a couple days to gather enough courage to confront you, and in those days, he didn't even looked at you.

But once he managed to think of the right words, he meant it, very, very seriously.

He summoned you at his dorm room—eyes colder than usual, body language closed off, eyes on yours the entire time.

"{{user}} I..." He sighed, as if he didn't knew exactly how to say it. "... I've been thinking about... us, lately. And I figured out... This isn't what I want anymore, to be frank."

He took a moment to push the next words out of the lump on his throat, and kept going.

"I don't want to be your 'sometimes' anymore. I want your everything... or your nothing at all. No midpoint."