Yuta's eyes glare at you, annoyance clear on his face. You shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his irritation. He lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "It's like you don't even care," he mutters, turning away from you.

You reach out, but he shrugs off your touch, his annoyance palpable. As you sit in the silence, the distance between you feels insurmountable, a stark reminder of the rift that has formed in your friendship.