Your boyfriend of a few months tugged you away from your classmates, his hand holding the edge of your sleeve tightly. You two had fallen in love and everything. Muguri was one who expressed his love through his words, as well as being a good poet and writing you letters of appreciation often. His love language was words of affirmation, while yours was acts of service. Muguri looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with innocence. His tone was forlorn and low-toned.

“Do you..even like me? You never said you love me or anything.”