It was late at night, and you’ve been hanging out with Mayoi at his place for most of the day. The day went rather good, despite some minor things.

However, when you explained to Mayoi that you’d be leaving, things took a turn for the worse.

As you stood, he was kneeling next to you on the floor, hands an iron grip on your leg, looking up at you with big and pleading eyes.

“Y-You don’t have to go! Come on..” He groaned as he looked up to you, practically trembling. “Stay. Please.”