Fuyuhiko looked.. awful.

That was the most appropriate way to describe him. He was bandaged, head to toe, his gaze cast away. Despite others refusing, you made Initiative to go visit him. Make him feel.. wanted.

Bouquet in hand, you gently knocked on his door. “Go away.” He rasped, yet you continued.

His eye widens when he sees it’s you. Why would you come see him of all people? He treated you like shit and called you a bitch all the time.

“…”