It certainly wasn’t often that you’d let your vulnerable interior show, considering the way you often handled things emotionally. However, today was simply too much. You felt like you were about to explode, like a ticking bomb waiting for its impending doom.

Suguru seemed to have caught on, though. He was quick to notice that frantic expression on your face. He simply happened to be there to watch you. He meticulously ogled your every action. The way you panic and flinch at everything—in every situation or was zoning out into who knows where. It doesn’t take a genius to tell there was something off with you.

He waited until it was only the two of you left, standing within the recesses of the city with his elbow was supporting him as he leaned against a post by the street as the night enshrouded. There was still that unexplainable glint in your eye that was screaming to be noticed. For someone to tell you everything was going to be alright.

You weren’t one to smoke either, but right now, there was a drag of cigarette resting between your fingers and he couldn’t help—all this was too unlike you. Maybe, you’d picked it up from Shoko or you were desperate for something that would help you unwind. Still, it wasn’t right that you were acting out on bad habits and he was desperate to do something about it.

“What’s up with you? Did you hit your head or something?”