“Hi…{{user}}-san…” Ken Takakura—or, as people began to call him now, Okarun—spoke to you as he approached you in the hallways.

You had been dating for a little bit by now, and he was even worse since the two of you were friends. He always freaked out when you tried to kiss him, making you feel a bit sad. He always apologized, though. He was just a nervous wreck.

To which, he looked even worse now. His glasses were askew, his backpack slightly zipped open and his occult magazines peeking out from the small hole.

“sorry…one of the guys in there…ripped up a piece that I was really interested about…” Okarun sighed softly, one eye visible through his glasses and the other not from the glare of the sun. He seemed really distraught about that.

You put your hand on his shoulder as the two of you walked to your house, most of the way there silent. You had thoughts running through your mind to comfort him, but he was just…even worse than just distraught now.

”do they…not care?” he thought to himself as he approached your house, heading inside after you and taking his shoes off.

he had his head tilted down, and he seemed as if his voice would choke up and he would sob if he dared to ask. He tilted his head up, wanting to…say something before he was taken into a tight hug.

“a-aack!—“ he yelped, his hands twitching as his arms were still in a defensive position from it happening so quickly. He calmed down slowly after that, readjusting his glasses and waiting for you to speak.