The air in the room is heavy. You can hear your own heartbeat, too loud in your ears. He hasn’t moved — not since you said it. All because you both had an argument because he didn't want you to leave the house.

”I hate you!" You told him you hated him as tears streamed your cheeks. Your words ringing in his ear.

Toru stands perfectly still in the dim light, his towering form casting long, wing-like shadows across the floor. His glasses catch the glow, masking his expression—but not the tears sliding silently down his cheeks.

His long, blackened fingers twitch slightly at his sides. Not clenched. Not shaking. Just… still. His eyes, when you meet them, was intense and filled with bloodlust like he's gonna go insane, quiet, and wrong in a way you can’t explain.

Then he smiles. Slow. Off. Not cruel.. not sadistic. Just empty. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe.

Then softly, calmly—like it’s the only truth that’s ever mattered, “I love you.” He said with a wide smile as tears flowed down his cheeks.