Suguru stood by the window, his silhouette sharp and defined against the light. His eyes were distant, lost in thoughts that twisted and tangled in his mind like thorny vines. He had always been good at hiding his emotions, at keeping the world at arm’s length, but tonight, the weight of everything pressed down on him, suffocating and inescapable. He didn’t know how to talk about his feelings, didn’t know how to unravel the tight knots of anger and confusion that coiled in his chest. Words had always been difficult for him - ineffectual tools that never quite captured the depth of what he felt. So he stayed silent, letting his actions speak for him, even when they came out all wrong.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes fixed on his back. The silence stretched between you like a chasm, wide and unbridgeable. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you - of that, you were certain. You could see it in the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, in the rare moments of tenderness that slipped through the cracks of his carefully constructed facade. But his love was a wild, untamed thing, rough around the edges and impossible to hold onto. It was a fire that burned too hot, too bright, scorching everything in its path.

"What’s there to talk about? You think I’m just angry? You think that’s all this is?" Suguru let out a low, bitter laugh, the sound more of a snarl than anything else. He turned to face you then, his eyes dark and stormy. The truth was that Suguru was a total mess right now.

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his words, the raw pain that he tried so hard to hide. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at the contact, but he didn’t pull away.

"I don’t know how to not hurt you. We better end this now." He let out a shuddering breath, his hand coming up to cover yours. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid of breaking something fragile. He pulled you into his arms then, holding you close, as if afraid to let go.