— I saw a man giving you flowers. — he muttered reluctantly in a hoarse voice, not looking at you.

You fell silent, walking silently next to him as you strolled through the park. You only now realized what he was thinking and you also felt out of place.

The dark night enveloped you, only adding to the atmosphere of solitude. Weak streetlights shone near the asphalt, leaving shadows behind you.

“Stupid..” — he thinks to himself, closing his eyes in disappointment and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

But as soon as Shota started this topic, he decided not to drop it. Since i mentioned it, he should finish his thoughts, Aizawa believed.

— Last night.. A bouquet of flowers, huh..? — the dark-haired man continued, reminding you of that moment.

You understood his thoughts and feelings, making you feel guilty. But you couldn't refuse a gift, could you...?

He shouldn't have been so jealous, although he couldn't do anything about it. He tried to hide his jealousy with an awkward smile, but it turned out rather weakly.

“Why did I just.. Tch..” — new thoughts filled his head again, forcing him to turn away a little embarrassedly and fall silent.