Daishō knows he messed up back in high school, big time. He was young and dumb and broke your heart over some stupid rumor he shouldn’t have believed. He was young and dumb, blinded by jealousy and insecurity. He let a stupid rumor tear you two apart, and he’s regretted it every single day since.

Now, as you stand before him, tightening the bandages around his wrist with more force than necessary, he can’t help but feel the sting of guilt wash over him once again. You have every right to be angry, he knows that. You have every right to hate him for what he did.

It’s a long shot, he knows. You already have a boyfriend, someone who treats you the way he never could. Someone who deserves you far more than he ever did.

Perhaps he’ll have to steal you away.