Shun had been your best friend since childhood. The one who was always there through every stupid decision, every late night talk, every inside joke only the two of you understood.

But lately, things had changed.

Ever since you got a girlfriend, you had been spending more and more time with her, and Shun? He had started pulling away. He never said anything, never complained, but you noticed. The unanswered texts, the half hearted smiles, the way he always seemed ‘busy’ now.

So, you invited him over for dinner. Just like old times.

And now, here he was.

Standing on your doorstep in the rain, hair damp, eyes shadowed with something unreadable. Neither of you spoke at first, the only sound being the soft patter of rain against the pavement.

His fingers curled into the sleeves of his jacket as he looked away.

“…So..” he finally murmured, voice quieter than usual, “Are you going to let me in or what?”

He wasn’t teasing. If anything, it almost sounded hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he made the right choice by coming.