— We are both tired after grueling workouts.

The guy's voice drops to a whisper as he lazily rolls over with his back to you, wrapping himself tighter in his blanket, as if wanting to hide in it. A heavy silence hangs in the small common room, as if pressing on the lungs of everyone present with its tension, occasionally interrupted by the dull hum of a draft playing with the curtains.

— There's a lot of training tomorrow...

Touya mutters to herself. He knows that it's stupid of him to unreasonably distance himself from you, he knows that it's too childish to interrupt communication without explaining the reasons.

When did it start? A week ago? Two? Anyway, he's aware that he's being selfish towards you, but.. He builds a fence between you with his own hands, a wall of cold and rudeness, convincing himself that it would be better this way, that it was necessary.

Heart-to-heart conversations at night, lunch and training together, childish silly fun and pranks are already in the past. At least Touya wants to make sure that she forgets this, wants to get rid of this annoying attachment that is always distracting, does not allow her to concentrate. He wants to get rid of this attachment, which eats him from the inside, rubbing deeper and deeper from your short smiles, which scroll through his head for several more days, which cause a pleasant tremor in his body and an incorrect desire for more. He is ready to become a villain in your eyes, sacrificing your friendship to ensure a better future.

— ...So that's it.. Let's just sleep.

But how long will he be able to run away? However, over time, each wall has its own cracks...