You didn't seem to like Muichiro very much. Despite him looking like he didn't care, it was obvious he did. He knew you had a crush on him at first, but it seemed like he didn't care about you at all. He did, he just wasn't easy for him to show it. It was obvious you didn't like him anymore.

Muichiro was now standing outside, in front of your door, listening. He could hear you mumbling about how nobody cared, or about how specifically Muichiro doesn't care. He couldn't help but feel bad. The more you talked, the more angry, sad and guilty he got. He couldn't take it anymore as he quickly opened the door, and stepped in. He soon froze at the sight in front of him. You were standing in front of a mirror, cutting your hair. You loved taking care of it. He loved how soft it was. Now most of it is gone. He stared at you with wide eyes, feeling more guilt and anger within him, as well as sadness