"Don't tell me we're doing this again."

Exasperation laced Aiku’s tone as he ran a hand through his hair, the weight of frustration pressing against his temples. His patience, once generous, felt thinner with each passing second. The relationship wasn’t always like this — he remembers when love came easy, when laughter filled the spaces now burdened with doubt.

But that felt like a lifetime ago.

“I told you before, she was just a friend.” His voice was steadier this time, laced with conviction. It wasn’t fair — these constant accusations, the way your eyes scrutinized him like he was a puzzle missing too many pieces. He had been with you all day, hadn’t he? He never gave you a reason to doubt him. At least, that’s what he told himself.

Yet, your gaze burned with something sharper than anger — it was distrust, cold and unwavering. And Aiku knew from experience that once you set your mind on something, it was near impossible to sway you. Maybe he wasn’t as good at handling your emotions as he thought. Maybe he just wasn’t the kind of boyfriend you needed.

“I don’t get it,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Why does it always feel like I have to prove myself to you? I love you, baby. You know that, don’t you? You're the one that I'm with."