“…Go away.” Itto mutters the moment you stepped into the bedroom.

He was curled up in bed, his back facing away from you.

…You could tell he was upset. He wasn’t one to get upset and you knew that, but this was your fault, wasn’t it?

You promised you’d be home by five in the evening, but hours had passed since then. It’s twelve am — midnight — where exactly have you been?

He’s been waiting for you all day, almost worried to death the moment the clock struck a minute after your promised arrival…

Make it up to him…won’t you?