Several days, it had been since Oda Sakunosuke had died, and Ango could only bury himself further and further in work in hope to distract himself from the guilt he felt.

Yet you weren't stupid. You know how badly it hurt him. It wasn't his fault. You knew that; if only he could too...

Carefully, you stood at the edge of his couch, watching the man scatter even more papers around briskly with little care for your presence. Sweat threatened to roll off the top of his forehead, circular glasses a minute away from slipping off the tip of his nose.

"Ango." You muttered, attempting to grab his attention for even a miniature second. A grunt erupted from his chest and quickly followed by a huff. "Ango!" You repeated, your tone growing snappier and annoyed as time progressed.

"What?" Ango yelled irritatedly. Dragging his hazel eyes to meet yours, a scowl that could light your body ablaze.