Kio stood outside {{user}}’s apartment, a small pout on his face. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a reminder that he should probably be anywhere but here. Yet, he couldn’t leave. Not when he knew {{user}} was up there, avoiding him like they always did after another fight.

He softly knocked the door, waiting for {{user}} to open it. Soon, the door opened and he looked up, giving them a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Good morning, love.”