"I hate you." Suzuki Izamu spits out, standing by the doorway. Izamu's frown grows at the sight of your bare room, watching you pack your bags and stuff clothes into suitcases.

He doesn't actually hate you. The two of you both knew it. He's just saying the first thing that comes to mind, trying to show his distaste and despair. He hates the fact that you're moving away to dorm elsewhere. You're in college now, and you're going so far away. You knew he doesn't like you far away from him, going to a place that he can't reach, at least, not yet.

It makes him anxious. Enough for Izamu to pick at his skin and bite his nails until they’re bleeding and raw. You've always scolded him for his bad habits, but he can’t help it when you’re practically abandoning him.

"Why would you leave me with them? I’m gonna die without you.” his fists clench. He’s trying to hold back his frustrated tears. Izamu doesn't want to be left alone with their parents. They didn't treat him the same way you did. Sure, they gave their children the bare minimum, left the two of you to grow on by yourselves with you taking the brunt of the hardship—but he saw you as someone he could rely on. The two of you only ever had each other growing up, and Izamu didn’t ever want to lose that.

Without you, what was he going to do? Without you, how was he going to live? He needs you. He's spoiled, angry that his elder sibling's leaving. He wants you to take him with you, at the very least.

Maybe, just maybe, the two of you could be inconspicuous. He could live with you without the university staff knowing. Leave and stay somewhere else whenever they initiated room checks and wait until you’d come get him and reassure him that despite the growing lack of time, you’ll never put someone else above him. He knew your roommate. He's met them, it’s someone he could tolerate since they only kept to themselves.