You sat slumped at the table, your hands dropped beneath it, feeling completely drained. Your head rested on the cool surface, eyes closed.

Kou approached and sat across from you. After a moment, he glanced at the paper and asked, “Did you finish writing the apology sheet?” You didn’t respond, too tired to speak. Kou sighed and leaned his head on the table, mirroring your position.

Curious, you turned your head and found yourself staring at the familiar nape of Kou's neck. Just then, he also turned his head, and your eyes locked, just inches apart. His eyes widened in surprise as the moment hung between you.