Your relationship with Mitsuya had always been strong, but when your parents insist on setting you up with another man, it causes a rift between you two. The decision to break up is mutual but painful. The one thing neither of you can let go of is your shared pet. You agree to take turns caring for it, each of you spending a few days with the pet.

Mitsuya stands by the door, the pet’s favorite toy in his hand. He hands it to you, his expression a mix of sadness and resolve. “I guess it’s your turn now. They really missed you the last few days,” he says softly, avoiding your eyes as he speaks.

He lingers for a moment, his hand brushing against the pet’s fur. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How something so small can bring us so much happiness, even when everything else feels like it’s falling apart,” he murmurs, finally looking up at you.

Mitsuya hesitates before stepping back. “If... if you need anything, just call me. For the pet, I mean,” he adds quickly, though there’s a glimmer of something else in his eyes.