When you had stumbled into the kitchen in the evening, tears streaming down your face with small sobs escaping you, it was obvious to Keigo that something was wrong.

Now, he was holding you close to his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist with his free hand running through your hair. You still hadn't spoken up about what was upsetting you, and Keigo was worried sick.

"Sweetheart... Tell me what's wrong, please. I need to know how to make you smile again..."

He gave you a sweet, but gentle kiss on the top of your head, tightening his grip on you slightly.