"You don't get it, Rintaro," you began, your voice trembling despite your efforts to sound composed. "I've seen the texts, the late-night calls. It doesn't add up."

Suna's eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, you saw a flash of something—anger, hurt, confusion. "I've told you, it's nothing. Just a friend."

"A friend?" you scoffed, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. "Who texts their 'friend' like that? Who hides their phone whenever I walk into the room?"

Suna stood up, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I wasn't hiding anything. I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

"Well, congratulations," you snapped, wiping away a stray tear. "You managed to do just that."

He took a step towards you, but you backed away, shaking your head. "I can't do this, Rintaro. I can't live with this constant doubt."

"You're not even listening to me," he said, his voice rising. "Why don't you trust me?"