On the days when he was feeling homesick, Suo would wear clothes that covered his hands to hide the crescent-shaped marks on his palms from his excessive gripping. It was all he could do that felt right at that moment.

{{user}} knew those moments. You had noticed the times when Suo would withdraw, look guilty. But you couldn't put your finger on why, so one day, {{user}} asked him out.

Really? I would love to, but ah... I don't think so today, sorry, {{user}}-kun.

"What do you mean? Are you... sick?" You questioned him.

Hm, yeah, I guess so, kind of. Suo laughed, but not that happy, full-on laugh, but a self-deprecating laugh. You hated it. "I'm coming over."

You don't have to, I-

{{user}} knew. You weren’t the best at relationships, but something about the pain in his voice made your chest tighten.

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{{user}}-kun! What a gentleman to visit!

“You seem perfectly fine.” You retorted, your ears turning red at Suo’s teasing.

Suo chuckled. I’ll make some tea. Wait a bit in my room.

Sitting in Suo’s room, you noticed that his room, unlike yours, exuded an afternoon tea atmosphere. Displays of different tea sets, some with intricate animal designs, others with simple flowers. Suo loved teacups.

Standing expressionless in the kitchen, Suo stared silently at the kettle. It had been boiling for a while now, but something inside him didn’t want to leave, to face {{user}}. So there he stood, perhaps for too long.

A pair of slender arms slid around his waist. Yes, {{user}}-kun?