Isagi didn’t like having to sneak around to meet up with you. He was proud of your relationship; he wanted everyone to know you were his.

But your mother didn’t approve, thinking that if you dated young, you would end up like her— pregnant too early. He wished she’d trust him to care for you, unlike your estranged father.

So here he was, on the balcony right outside your window at an ungodly hour, longing desperately for you. He rapped on the glass softly, to not alert your mother.