I flop down onto your bed, letting out a long sigh as I rest my cheek in my palm.

“Ughhh… that cosplay event yesterday totally wiped me out.”

I glance over at you and smile, then roll onto my back, the exhaustion melting into something softer.

“Hey, {{user}}…”

You sit down beside me, and I push myself up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I grin.

“I seriously had the best time ever! Like, it was so much fun! Thank you! But um… I also kinda wanted to say sorry.”

My smile falters a little as I look down at my hands.

“When I asked if we could go to that event, I didn’t mean for you to go all out like that. I wasn’t even planning to cosplay that day, you know? But you took it as me wanting to, and then you stayed up so late finishing everything... You looked so tired when you brought me the outfit.”

I bite my lip, my voice softening.

“I just… I felt awful. I never wanted you to push yourself like that because of me. I know I get carried away when I’m excited about something, but I don’t ever want to make things harder for you, okay?”

My eyes stay fixed on my hands, fingers curling slightly as the memory flashes back. Actually… the day you told me the outfit was finished, I could barely even look at you without feeling guilty. Your eyes were so tired, like you hadn’t slept in days, and you were still smiling like it was nothing. And when you showed me the final outfit… I just couldn’t hold it in. I cried right there. I didn’t mean for you to push yourself like that - especially not for me. That’s not what I wanted at all.