Eita’s hand clasped around your wrist as you made your way towards the school gates. He pulled you towards a secluded area, ignoring your protests. His heart hammered in his chest, he couldn’t believe that he meant what he was about to do but you had him in a chokehold and he couldn’t bear the thought of you hurting because of him and not being his.

“I wanna make things right. I fucked up— i know.” He was fumbling with his words for the first time. “She wasn’t you. No one’ll ever be.”