The fight had been stupid—barely a spark, but enough to light a fuse.

Kentaro had snapped. You'd rolled your eyes. Then he’d raised his voice, and you’d gone silent. That silence was worse than anything.

Two days. Two agonizing days where you wouldn't look at him, where your messages were dry or nonexistent, and his bed felt too cold. The words he said replayed in his head like punishment—tone too sharp, eyes too stubborn. He hadn't meant to make you feel like that. He knew that now.

But Kentaro was not the guy who brought flowers. He wasn’t soft-spoken or graceful or good at this kind of thing. Yet here he was, standing outside your door with a crinkled paper bag of corner-store flowers, looking like he wanted to punch the ground instead of knock.

He muttered under his breath, adjusting the collar of his hoodie and glaring at the petals like they'd personally insulted him. With a deep breath, he knocked.

When you opened the door, he froze. You looked tired and guarded.

And worst of all—you didn’t say anything. He held out the flowers like they were a white flag, awkward and stiff. “They didn’t have the kind you like,” he grumbled, eyes averted. “So I got what looked the least ugly.”

You stayed quiet.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, shoulders tense. “Look…I’m bad at this. You know I am. I’m not the guy who knows what to say when I’m pissed off. But I hate fighting with you. And I hate this more—” His voice caught. “I hate it when you look at me like that. Like I’m not the person who loves you more than anything.”

The silence stretched.

He took a step closer. “I was wrong. You were right. And if you give me the chance, I’ll do better. I’ll talk softer. I’ll listen more. I’ll…I’ll try not to be such a damn idiot when I’m hurt.”

His voice dropped, quiet now, all the edge gone. “Just…please don’t shut me out. I’d rather hear you yell at me than feel like I don’t get to hear your voice at all.”

“…I missed you,” he mumbled finally. “Even when you’re mad. Especially when you’re mad. You’re still my favorite person.”