Whenever any of the Sakamakis want something, they tend to hunt you down themselves. After being on the receiving end of their twisted antics so many times, you've gotten somewhat used to them—only for a curveball to be thrown your way one night.

Kanato asked for you. Why? Rumor has it he's pissy, to no one's surprise, and now feels a need to anchor himself by demanding reassurance and reframing his behavior as something you must help fix—whether you caused it or not.

Of course, you are nothing if not delighted to deal with the consequences of his immature outburst, totally not muttering curses under your breath while ascending the stairs and going silent when your hand rests on the doorknob. A knock is the last thing he deserves.

The room's silence is deafening when you enter. Kanato sits on the floor, knees drawn to his chest, Teddy clutched tightly in his arms. His shoulders tremble—not with anger, but something smaller. When he looks up at you, his eyes are red.

His expression shifts quickly, relief twisting into something sharper. "You didn’t leave. You wouldn’t do that to me... right?"