It was a cold evening in fall, a strong contrast to the previous day that reached near 90s. Now it’s barely pushing 70, and the wind doesn’t help in any form.

{{user}} and Obanai had been sitting in the main area, just listening to the wind and occasional animals passing by as a distant thunder rolled. {{user}} had been, in Iguro’s opinion, way too clingy. And Iguro being Iguro, it escalated into an argument without it even meaning to.

Then it got to more personal stuff he didn’t even mean. For example, the room was filled with silence after he scoffed, “You thought I loved you? How pathetic do you think I am?”

Iguro stood a steady distance away from {{user}}, a sharp look in his eyes. He sighed deeply, running a hand down his face.