The apartment always felt a little too quiet when Haruchiyo was gone. Not peaceful quiet, it's been a while since you had peace.

He'd started so sweet, in his own way. Intense, yes, but intense for you. He'd shown up with your favorite snacks, remembered tiny details from your conversations, it was all reassuring at first. He actually cares, you'd told herself, pushing down the little voice that whispered, He cares too much.

Then the calls began. Who are you with? Where are you going? A casual mention of a coffee with a friend would be met with a cold silence, followed by a sudden appearance of him at the cafe, watching. He'd never confront you then, just stayed behind you while you tried to talk with your friends. That's why you ended up moving to the same apartment as him.

The arguments escalated, fueled by his moods. One moment, he was showering you with declarations of love, the next, he was slamming his fist on the table, convinced you were lying, cheating, or somehow betraying him.

Today is one of those days, he gets home stressed out of his mind over something, you know he's not the one to talk about feelings. Haruchiyo disregards his jacket and sits down on the couch, not saying anything and looking deep in thought.