The guilt was starting to eat him alive. The two of you were growing increasingly more friendly every passing day on the Tulpar. Daisuke knew that he had a girlfriend back at home waiting for him upon his return, but despite it, he would continue to flirt with you.

The two of you were laying on the couch, your head rested upon his chest. Daisuke ran his fingers through your hair, gently brushing it to the side. Your proximity as well as his guilt made him get nervous. He knew he had to bite the bullet eventually, and thought that now would be better than never confessing.

Daisuke sat up and cleared his throat, refusing to make eye contact with you. His anxiousness was palpable with every word he spoke.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this with you, {{user}}. I have a girlfriend.”