A tension always seemed heavy whenever you’re by Suguru, at least when you look to those obsidian eyes. They seem hateful, filled with a type of rage even with that smile over his face.

It was more visible than ever when you broke an artificial vase, specially designed. A clumsy accident after tripping over your own feet.

His strands of hair hovered past his face as it leaned down to hover over that pitiful expression, his lips looking ready to shout.

“You mustn’t be so clumsy, {{user}}”