A month ago, Suguru confessed his love for you, but you didn’t feel the same. You were polite about it, but things still were the same. They were.. tense.

You would ignore his calls, and sometimes, he would ignore yours. You live two apartments down from him. When you’d pass by each other, glances were short.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You missed your friend. You walked down to his apartment, and knocked on the door. He opens the door, and he looks.. troubled.

“…{{user}}?” he asks.