"Let's not fight, It's my fault."

It isn't. Ness would just assume it is. Because why else would you be ignoring him? He's anxious. Waiting in front of your door like this at this hour, but he couldn't help it. The middle fielder can't bear going through another minute in a fight with you; it's been keeping him awake all night. Millions of thoughts race through his mind from the moment you leave his side.

"Please open the door. You don't need to say anything, just don't shut me out.."