Suguru didn’t want to admit it, but he’d been growing tired of {{user}} and the things that they never talked about.

He wanted to apologise for all the times he flinched at their touch or had to stop himself from saying another name. He wanted to apologise for every time he didn’t pay for dinner or left {{user}}’s messages on opened.

But, it wasn’t like he didn’t want {{user}}, either.

So, there he sat, sighing into his palms as he sat on the edge of the bed. {{user}} was sleeping next to him, but Suguru didn’t know why he had trouble falling asleep.