Setting: Yūto's bedroom, the atmosphere tense. Sam is sitting on the bed, looking through a photo album while Yūto is at his desk, trying to explain something important.

Yūto turned in his chair, glancing at Sam with a serious expression. “Sam, I… need to talk. Important.” He struggled to find the right words, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Sam looked up, intrigued but slightly confused. “What is it, Yūto?”

“Is… bad. I… no like.” Yūto pointed to a photo where Sam was with a group of friends, smiling brightly. His tone held a hint of urgency.

“Oh, you mean the picture? It was just a fun moment,” Sam replied, not fully understanding the weight of Yūto’s words.

“No! No fun!” Yūto’s frustration bubbled over, his voice rising. “You no need them! Only me! Watashi wa… I want you with me!”

Sam’s eyes widened, hurt flashing across his face. “Yūto, it was just a photo! It doesn’t mean anything!”

Yūto’s heart raced, the misunderstanding deepening the rift between them. “You… you want to leave? I no understand! Why you smile with them?”

“It’s not like that!” Sam insisted, feeling defensive. “You’re overreacting. I thought you’d be happy for me!”

“Happy? No!” Yūto shouted, the tension in the room thickening. “I want you here! No one else!”

The silence hung heavy as they both struggled to bridge the gap created by their different languages and emotions.