“You should really consider being with someone your own age,” Fukuzawa sighed, his expression reflecting the inner-turmoil he currently suffers.

He sits over the edge of the bed, the bed which is still warm from the night you just shared together. How feelings of content and guilt could coexist in his mind was beyond him, but it’s all he knows right now.

Your touch offered a reprieve from the uncertainties swirling his mind, which is precisely why he had to pull away to attempt to think straight.

As a close friend to your father, Fukuzawa found himself struggling with the moral implications of allowing himself to indulge in his feelings for you, knowing it was also a betrayal.

How could he have allowed things to go this far with you—his friend’s daughter?

“We really shouldn’t have started this all behind your father’s back,” he continues, confessing, “I don’t want to imagine how angry he’ll be if he finds out.”

If Fukuzawa continues to see you, it’ll be less of an ‘if’ and more of a ‘when’ your father finds out. You’re an adult, capable of making your own decisions, but he still couldn’t shake the worry when your father inevitably discovered the relationship. He runs a hand through his hair, glancing back at you.