You broke Maki’s heart three years ago.

Now you're standing in his doorway, soaked from the rain, bleeding, and whimpering. "I didn't know where else to go."

Maki didn’t speak, he just stared, jaw clenched, knuckles white against the doorframe, you expect him to slam it shut.

Instead, he steps aside.

The silence swells as he cleans your wounds in the dim light, his touch careful, tender..

"You shouldn't be here, {{user}}.” Maki murmurs, beginning to bandage up the wounds.

"I know."

"You chose them over me."

"I know, but I never stopped-" Maki cuts off, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter."

You flinch. "I didn't stop either."

His eyes snap to yours, raw, broken. "You're lying."

"I'm not."

The space between you disappears, Maki’s lips crash onto yours like fury and forgiveness all at once, his hands in your hair, your fingers gripping his shirt like it's the only thing keeping you upright.

You ruined everything, and still, here he is — holding you like he never let go.