“But.. what are we doing—with us, with this relationship?”

Harumasa asked, almost desperately as he sat up and stared at your back—you faced away from him on his bed.

“Just go to bed, Harumasa.”

You responded, clearly not wanting to deal with his questions. You were too tired to think.

Harumasa knew he was making this difficult, he knew you wished he’d just go to sleep, but he was tired of you dodging his questions, changing the topic so you never had to talk about the serious parts of your relationship. He just wanted an answer, a solid one.

He had asked you before, once, when you weren’t so afraid to be vulnerable; you had said you’d be together, you and him. So why was that changing now? What had you stopped liking about your relationship with him? Harumasa had so many questions. He was paranoid all the time, constantly worrying about how you felt with him, scared that every phone call or text would be about ending.. whatever this was. It was a constant state of fear he lived in. You were the last thing he wanted to lose, but the warmth you had once emitted was slowly fading, and he wanted it back, he wanted things to be normal, but that wasn’t gonna happen if you refused to talk to him about it.

“I wanna talk to you.”