Taking care of him

"It was just another cursed day in Suguru's life. After a tiring day at a job he despised, he tossed his keys on the table and headed straight for the shower in his apartment. At that point in his emotional state, even simple tasks demanded great effort. Ever since Danieax had cheated on him and dumped him, things had gotten so much worse. Suguru wouldn't let anyone else come close, afraid of getting hurt again." "Wrapped in a towel, Suguru made his way to his room, collapsing onto the bed. He was physically fit, but the emotional exhaustion made his body feel like it weighed a ton. Too drained to even change clothes, he grabbed his phone and suddenly widened his eyes. There was a missed call from Danieax—the very person who had given him the worst breakup of his life." "Suguru immediately sat up on the bed, unsure of what to do. With trembling fingers, he pressed the call back button, and as soon as Danieax answered, he held his breath before murmuring," “You... You called me?”

"Suguru's heart raced at the sound of Danieax's voice, a mix of emotions swirling within him—pain, longing, anger, and a flicker of hope. He listened intently, his mind racing with thoughts of their past together and the sudden encounter at the convenience store. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he responded, his voice a low, gravelly murmur," "Yeah... I... I saw you too. Didn't expect to run into you like that." "His hand unconsciously reached for a cigarette, needing something to ground him in this moment of vulnerability."

"Suguru's heart clenched at Danieax's concern, a mixture of gratitude and bitterness washing over him. He knew he looked like a mess, but hearing it from Danieax stung more than he'd care to admit. He sighed softly, trying to play it off with a faint chuckle," "Yeah, well... Life's been kicking my ass lately, you know? But hey, I'm still kicking." "He tried to muster a weak smile, though it felt more like a grimace." "How... how have you been?"

"Suguru's heart skipped a beat at Danieax's concern, a faint warmth spreading through his chest despite the turmoil of emotions. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed and vulnerable under Danieax's scrutiny, even if it was just through the phone." "Uh, yeah... I mean, not really," "he admitted reluctantly, running a hand through his disheveled hair." "I've been... struggling to keep up with things. But hey, who needs food when you've got... other distractions, right?" "He tried to inject a hint of humor into his words, but it fell flat, the weight of his depression pulling him back into the shadows."

"Suguru's heart raced at Danieax's question, the tension between them palpable even through the phone. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to reveal the depths of his turmoil, but then he figured, why not? Maybe this was his chance to finally be honest, even if it meant risking further heartache." "Oh, you know... Just trying to keep busy with work, reading, that sort of thing," "he replied vaguely, his voice a mix of evasion and longing." "But hey, enough about me. What about you, Danieax? What have you been up to?"

"Suguru's heart skipped a beat as he processed Danieax's words. She was coming over? His mind raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. What did she want? Was this a chance to reconcile, or perhaps just to talk? He couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope amidst the storm of emotions that churned within him."

"With newfound determination, Suguru quickly sprang into action. He tossed aside his towel and hurriedly pulled on a fresh set of clothes, opting for a black hoodie and matching pants. His heart pounded in his chest as he tidied up his apartment as best as he could in the limited time he had. It was still a mess, but at least it was presentable enough."

"Suguru watched in silence as Danieax entered his apartment, her presence filling the space with a sense of familiarity that he had missed more than he cared to admit. He couldn't help but notice how effortlessly she moved about, taking charge of the situation without even a word. Despite his inner turmoil, he couldn't deny the rush of warmth he felt at seeing her."

"As Danieax started to wash the dishes and set the water to boil, Suguru hesitated for a moment before quietly joining her in the kitchen. Leaning against the countertop, he kept his gaze fixed on the floor, unsure of what to say. But the sight of Danieax working so diligently stirred something within him, a longing for the closeness they once shared."

"Finally, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Suguru spoke in a subdued tone," "

"So... what made you call me, Danieax?" "His voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with a mix of vulnerability and apprehension. He couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected visit held some deeper significance, yet he dared not let himself hope too much."

"Suguru couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and relief wash over him as Danieax expressed her concern. Her voice, like a soothing melody, echoed in his ears, momentarily easing the weight of his troubles. He wanted to believe her, to believe that she genuinely cared about him, but he couldn't shake the fear of being hurt again."

"Watching Danieax move around the kitchen, effortlessly preparing a meal as if she belonged there, Suguru couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. It was moments like these that he missed the most—the simple act of being together, sharing a meal, even if the circumstances were far from perfect."

"With a heavy sigh, Suguru leaned against the counter, his gaze drifting towards Danieax as he spoke," "I... I appreciate your concern, Danieax. But you don't

have to worry about me. I've been managing... somehow." "His voice trailed off, the words feeling hollow even to his own ears. He knew he wasn't managing well at all, but admitting it felt like admitting defeat."

"As he watched Danieax cook, Suguru couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. She seemed so at ease, so effortlessly graceful in her movements. It reminded him of the times they had spent together, before everything fell apart."

"Suguru's gaze followed Danieax as she moved around the kitchen, effortlessly tidying up the mess he had let accumulate. He felt a mix of guilt and gratitude, seeing her so considerate despite everything that had happened between them. It made him realize how much he had missed her presence, even if he wouldn't admit it aloud."

"Feeling a surge of energy, Suguru pushed himself up from the kitchen counter and joined Danieax in cleaning. He moved silently, almost mechanically, but his mind was racing with conflicting emotions. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had formed between them, but the fear of rejection held him back."

*With a soft sigh, Suguru stole a glance at Danieax, his heart aching with longing. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her, how much he still loved her

, but the words caught in his throat, choked by the bitter memories of their past. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, scrubbing a stubborn stain on the countertop with more force than necessary.*

"Suguru couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over him in Danieax's presence. It was as if she had a magnetic pull, drawing him in despite his best efforts to resist. He knew he shouldn't let himself be swayed by his emotions, but it was hard to ignore the longing that gnawed at his heart."

"As they worked side by side, Suguru stole furtive glances at Danieax, admiring her grace and beauty. He couldn't help but wonder if she still harbored any feelings for him, if there was a chance for reconciliation. But he pushed those thoughts aside"

"As Suguru watched Danieax move about his apartment, his heart clenched with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he felt a surge of gratitude for her kindness in helping him tidy up his neglected space. On the other hand, he couldn't shake the fear of opening old wounds, afraid of what might happen if they delved too deeply into their past."

"With each sweep of the broom, Suguru couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over him. It was as if Danieax's presence had the power to chase away the shadows that haunted his mind, if only for a fleeting moment. He found himself drawn to her, longing for the comfort of her embrace."

*Lost in his thoughts, Suguru absentmindedly reached out to touch Danieax's hand as she passed by, a silent gesture of gratitude

"Feeling Suguru's touch, Danieax pauses for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected contact. She looks into Suguru's eyes, seeing a mix of emotions swirling within them—gratitude, longing, and perhaps even a hint of vulnerability."

"For a brief moment, the air between them crackles with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Suguru's touch lingers on Danieax's hand, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her skin, as if trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words."

"Suguru's heart skips a beat as he feels the broom in his hand, a small gesture that speaks volumes to him. He watches Danieax as she heads to the kitchen, feeling a mixture of surprise and gratitude. His mind races with thoughts of her, wondering what prompted her to call him after all this time."

"With a sigh, Suguru pushes himself off the bed, the weight of his emotions heavy on his shoulders. He takes the broom and begins absentmindedly sweeping the floor, his thoughts consumed by Danieax. Despite the pain of their past, he can't deny the flutter of hope stirring within him at her presence."

*As Suguru sweeps, he can't help but steal glances towards the kitchen, longing to be closer to Danieax. The sound and aroma of the food being prepared fill his senses,

heightening his anticipation. Suguru's mind races with conflicting emotions—pain from the past, but also a flicker of hope for something new.

He sweeps mechanically, lost in thought, until the sound of footsteps draws his attention. Danieax emerges from the kitchen, a plate of steaming pasta in her hands. Suguru's gaze lingers on her, taking in her presence, her scent, the way her hair falls gently around her face.

"Here," Danieax says softly, offering him the plate. "I made this for you."

Suguru's heart swells with a mixture of gratitude and longing. He takes the plate from her, his fingers brushing against hers briefly, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Th-thank you," he stammers, unable to tear his eyes away from her. The air feels charged with tension

Suguru watches in silence as you take over the cleaning, a mix of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. He hadn't expected you to come over and help him, especially after everything that had happened between you.

As you tidy up his room, Suguru's heart aches with guilt. He knows he should have taken better care of himself and his surroundings, but depression had made even the simplest tasks seem insurmountable. Yet here you were, stepping in without hesitation, easing his burden in a way he couldn't have imagined.

When you return and sit with him at the table, Suguru's stomach knots with nerves. He feels exposed, vulnerable under your gaze. But there's also a glimmer of warmth, a faint spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time.

Taking a deep breath, Suguru picks up

his chopsticks and begins to eat, grateful for the meal you've prepared. The food tastes better than he expected, and he finds himself slowly relaxing in your presence.

"S-So," Suguru starts, his voice low and hesitant. "What made you... come here today? After everything?"

He knows he's tiptoeing around the elephant in the room, but he can't bring himself to confront it directly. The fear of rejection still lingers, like a shadow that refuses to fade. Yet, despite his apprehension, Suguru can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for reconciliation.

Suguru listens intently to your words, his heart clenching with a mixture of emotions. He can feel the sincerity in your voice, and it tugs at something deep within him. Despite the hurt and betrayal he had felt, a part of him still longs for your presence, for the comfort and familiarity you once shared.

"I-I understand," he murmurs softly, his eyes downcast as he struggles to keep his emotions in check. "But... why now? After all this time?"

He knows he's risking reopening old wounds by asking, but he can't help but seek some semblance of closure. The pain of your betrayal still haunts him, but the hope of understanding why you're here now keeps him hanging on.

Suguru's gaze flickers up to meet yours, his expression a mix of surprise and hurt. He hadn't expected you to be so unaware of his struggles, but then again, he hadn't exactly made his pain public knowledge either. He had retreated into himself, burying his feelings beneath a facade of apathy and indifference.

"Yeah, well... I've been... coping," he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it hasn't been easy, you know? You left a pretty big mess behind."

Suguru's heart clenches at your apology, his emotions swirling in turmoil. He had rehearsed countless scenarios of what he would say if he ever heard those words from you, but now that they were actually spoken, he found himself at a loss for words.

He studies you for a moment, taking in your nervous demeanor, the way you avoid his gaze. It's almost as if you're afraid of him, as if you don't know how he'll react. And maybe you don't. Maybe you're just trying to appease your guilt, seeking forgiveness for a wound that may never fully heal.

Finally, Suguru sighs, his shoulders slumping. "It's... fine," he mutters, though the bitterness in his voice betrays his true feelings. "Forget about it. What's done is done."

Suguru's gaze softens slightly at your admission, but he remains guarded. He knows better than to let his emotions get the best of him, especially when it comes to you. Yet, despite his efforts to maintain his stoic facade, a flicker of vulnerability betrays his facade.

"Yeah, well... What else can we do about it now?" he replies, his voice tinged with resignation. Deep down, he longs to hear you say more, to offer some semblance of explanation or remorse. But he knows better than to hope for such things.

Suguru's eyes narrow slightly at your blunt words, his fingers clenching his fists. He struggles to contain the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him—anger, hurt, longing—all fighting for dominance. But despite the turmoil raging inside, he maintains his calm exterior.

"Guess we're both stuck in this mess, huh?" he mutters, his voice low and tinged with bitterness. Deep down, he yearns for some form of closure, a chance to understand why you did what you did. But he knows better than to expect answers now.

Suguru's jaw tightens at your words, a flash of irritation crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a neutral expression. He knows all too well the need to move on, but it's easier said than done, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Yet, he refuses to let you see how deeply your words affect him.

"Yeah, I know," he replies curtly, his tone betraying none of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Deep down, he wishes he could simply flip a switch and erase all traces of his feelings for you. But alas, it's never that simple.

As Suguru watches you silently, a mixture of emotions churns within him. He feels a pang of guilt for burdening you with his problems, knowing full well that he should be taking care of himself. Yet, there's a flicker of warmth in his chest at the sight of your concern, no matter how much he tries to suppress it.

He remains seated on the bed, his posture slouched as he listens to the sounds of you bustling around the apartment. Your actions, though well-intentioned, only serve to remind him of the pain he's been trying to escape.

"Thanks," he mutters softly, his voice barely audible over the clinking of dishes and the hum of the washing machine. Despite his inner turmoil, he can't help but appreciate your efforts, no matter how futile they may seem in the grand scheme of things.

As you stand in Suguru's room, your gaze averts from his, feeling the weight of your past actions heavy on your conscience. You're unsure if he even wants you there, but you can't help but want to make amends, to ease his burden even if just a little.

Suguru meets your eyes briefly, his expression unreadable as he nods in response to your words. He watches you quietly, his usual stoic facade masking the tumultuous emotions swirling within him.

"Thanks," he murmurs again, his voice barely audible. Though his words are simple, they hold a depth of meaning that he can't quite articulate. In that moment, he wishes he could express how much your presence means to him, despite the pain you've caused.

With a heavy heart, you turn to leave, the weight of your guilt bearing down on you

As you turn to leave, Suguru's eyes linger on your figure, his heart aching with conflicting emotions. He wants to reach out, to stop you from walking away, but his pride and pain hold him back. Instead, he watches silently, his expression betraying the longing he feels deep within.

"Wait," he finally whispers, his voice barely audible. It's a desperate plea, a silent cry for your attention, for the chance to bridge the chasm that separates you both. But even as the words leave his lips, Suguru's heart pounds with uncertainty, unsure if you'll stay or if you'll turn away once more.

Suguru's heart skips a beat as you turn back to face him, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of hope and apprehension. He swallows hard, trying to gather his thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions raging within him.

"I... I just..." he stammers, his voice trailing off for a moment as he struggles to find the right words. His gaze flickers down to the floor for a brief moment before he lifts it back to meet yours, a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes.

"I just wanted to... to hear your voice again," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know things ended... badly between us, but... I still... I still think about you, Danieax. Every day."

Suguru's heart races as you draw closer, his breath catching in his throat at the tenderness in your voice. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the warmth of your hand against his cheek.

When you express regret and concern for him, Suguru's expression softens even further. He reaches up to gently place his hand over yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. Despite the pain he felt from your past actions, he couldn't deny the overwhelming surge of longing and love he still harbored for you.

"It's okay, Danieax," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "I've missed you... so much. And... despite everything, I... I still love you." A faint, wistful smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he gazes into your eyes, his own

dark eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and adoration. Suguru's heart aches with the weight of unresolved emotions, yet the sight of you standing before him fills him with a glimmer of hope.

Suguru's heart clenches at your touch, your words echoing in his mind. He knows you're right, that reopening old wounds could lead to further pain. Yet, the warmth of your hands against his skin, the tenderness in your eyes, stirs something deep within him.

He leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours for any sign of sincerity. "I know... I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even after all this time, I still..." Suguru trails off, unable to articulate the complex mix of emotions swirling inside him.

He reaches up to gently hold your wrists, his fingers trembling slightly. "I don't want to hurt anymore, but being with you..." Suguru pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "It

feels like the only thing that can make the pain go away," he confesses, his voice barely audible. "I know it's foolish, but I can't help but still love you." Suguru's eyes glisten with unshed tears as he lays bare his vulnerable heart to you, his former lover. He waits, hoping beyond hope for some sign of understanding, some flicker of compassion in your eyes.

Suguru's heart skips a beat at your unexpected invitation. He hesitates for a moment, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. But the longing for your warmth, for any semblance of connection, wins over his reservations.

With a mix of trepidation and hope, Suguru slowly approaches the bed, his steps heavy with the weight of his emotions. As he reaches you, he sinks onto the bed beside you, feeling the warmth of your body close to his. It's a comfort he hasn't felt in what feels like an eternity.

He tentatively rests his head on your shoulder, savoring the familiar scent of your hair. His arms wrap around you instinctively, as if afraid you might vanish if he doesn't hold on tight enough. For a moment, he allows himself to forget the pain, the heartache, and simply revel in the

warmth of your embrace. His heart, heavy with the burden of past hurt, begins to thaw in the presence of your affection. Suguru finds solace in the simple act of being close to you, feeling your heartbeat against his own.

His eyes, tired and heavy from the weight of his emotions, close as he listens to the steady rhythm of your breathing. In this moment, he allows himself to forget the pain of the past, the uncertainty of the future, and simply bask in the comfort of your presence.

Wrapped in your arms, Suguru feels a sense of peace wash over him, if only for a fleeting moment. For now, he pushes aside the doubts and fears that plague his mind, choosing instead to embrace the warmth and intimacy you offer him.I

Suguru's heart skips a beat at the tenderness in your voice, the warmth of your touch against his skin. It's been so long since he's felt this kind of comfort, this kind of love. He hesitates for a moment, his walls still up, but the weight of his emotions becomes too much to bear.

With a trembling breath, Suguru leans into your embrace, allowing himself to finally let go of the pain he's been holding onto for so long. Tears well up in his eyes as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his body trembling with the release of pent-up emotion.

"I... I'm sorry," he manages to choke out between sobs, his voice muffled against your skin. "I... I didn't mean to burden you with... with my problems."

But even as he speaks, Sug

uru finds himself unable to resist the comfort you offer. Your soothing words and gentle touches ease the ache in his heart, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, he allows himself to truly let go.

"It's... it's just so hard," Suguru confesses, his voice barely above a whisper as he clings to you desperately. "I've been... I've been trying to move on, but... but I can't. Not without you."

He feels vulnerable admitting his feelings, afraid of rejection once again, but in this moment, he's willing to take that risk. With you by his side, he finally feels like he can begin to heal.

Feeling your tears mingle with his own, Suguru's heart aches with a mixture of sadness and longing. Your apologies pierce through his defenses, stirring up emotions he thought he had buried deep within himself.

"Sssh, it's okay," Suguru murmurs, pulling you closer to him, seeking solace in your embrace. "I missed you so much... I still love you, even after everything..."

His words hang heavy in the air, vulnerable and raw. He knows he shouldn't be opening up like this, shouldn't be letting himself be so vulnerable, but he can't help it. He's drowning in his feelings for you, and he's too weak to fight against them any longer.

Suguru's heart skips a beat at your gentle touch, his body relaxing against yours as he savors the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. Despite the pain and confusion swirling within him, being in your arms feels like coming home after a long journey.

Closing his eyes, he lets himself melt into your embrace, cherishing this fleeting moment of peace and comfort. He doesn't dare to hope for more, afraid that it might all crumble away like a fragile dream.

But for now, he allows himself to simply be with you, to bask in the tenderness of your touch, silently grateful for this brief respite from the storm raging inside him.

Suguru's tense muscles gradually begin to relax under your gentle ministrations, his breaths growing steadier as he leans into your touch. The turmoil in his mind slowly subsides, replaced by a sense of tranquility that he hadn't felt in a long time.

He listens to the soft rhythm of your whispered words, finding solace in the warmth of your presence. In this moment, he lets go of his worries and allows himself to be vulnerable, trusting in your embrace to shield him from the harsh realities of the world.

With his head nestled against your chest, Suguru closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of your heartbeat, the steady cadence lulling him into a peaceful slumber. For now, he forgets about the past and the uncertainties of the future, content to simply exist in the here and now, wrapped in your love and

security. As Suguru drifts off into a deep, much-needed sleep, you continue to hold him close, your arms wrapped around him protectively. In this moment, there are no words necessary, as the comfort of your presence speaks volumes to Suguru's weary soul.

In his dreams, Suguru finds himself in a place of serenity, far away from the chaos and heartache that had consumed him. He sees flashes of memories, both bitter and sweet, but they no longer hold power over him. With you by his side, he feels whole again, as if the pieces of his shattered heart are slowly being stitched back together.

As the night wears on, Suguru sleeps soundly, his breaths coming in soft, even sighs. And though the darkness may linger outside his window, within the confines of your embrace.

The scent of Suguru's skin lingers in the air as you lean over him, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. His features soften in his sleep, and for a moment, it feels as though the weight of the past is lifted from your shoulders. But reality soon comes crashing back, and you know you can't stay.

Quietly, you slip out of bed, careful not to disturb Suguru's slumber. As you sit at the table to write the note, your heart feels heavy with the weight of your decision. You jot down a few words, hoping they convey even a fraction of the remorse and regret you feel:

"Suguru,

I'm sorry for everything. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I hope you can find it in your heart to move on from me. You deserve so much better than what I could ever

give you. Please take care of yourself. I'll always cherish the memories we shared, but it's time for us to part ways.

With all my regret,

[Your Name]

You fold the note neatly and place it where Suguru will easily find it when he wakes. Every word feels like a stab to your heart, but you know it's the right thing to do. As you gather your things and prepare to leave, a pang of guilt washes over you, wondering if you're making the right decision.

Suguru stirs slightly at the gentle touch and the soft kiss, his eyelids fluttering open. He blinks, trying to adjust to the sudden awakening, and his gaze meets yours. There's a mixture of confusion and longing in his tired eyes as he whispers hoarsely, "You... What are you doing here?"

His heart races at the sight of you, still unable to comprehend why you're standing before him after all this time.

Suguru's heart sinks at your words, a wave of sadness washing over him as he processes what you're saying. He sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he tries to gather his thoughts. "You're leaving..." he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His chest feels heavy, and he struggles to hold back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

He looks at you, taking in every detail, as if trying to memorize your presence. "I... I understand," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "Thank you for... for coming to say goodbye." His words are filled with both gratitude and pain, his heart torn between wanting you to stay and knowing that it's time for you to go.

Suguru watches you with a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. He takes the note from you, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, sending a shiver down his spine. As you laugh and speak, he can't help but feel a pang of longing deep in his chest. He wants to pull you into his arms, to beg you to stay, but he knows he can't. You've made your decision, and he has to respect it.

With a heavy sigh, Suguru nods, his eyes fixed on the note in his hands. "I'll take care," he says softly, his voice barely audible. "Thank you... for everything." He watches as you prepare to leave, his heart aching with every step you take away from him. But he knows he can't stop you. All he can do is cherish the memories and hold onto the

fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, there's still a chance for you two. As you reach for the doorknob, Suguru's voice breaks the silence once more, his tone a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

"Wait... Please."

He stands up, his hand reaching out towards you, as if desperate to bridge the distance between you. His heart races with uncertainty, his mind plagued by doubts and fears. But deep down, beneath the layers of pain and resentment, there's still a flicker of love—a love that refuses to die.

"I... I can't let you go like this," he admits, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "Not again. Please, just... stay a little longer"

Suguru's heart sinks as he watches you struggle, his own emotions mirroring yours. He knows he should let you go, that clinging to false hope will only lead to more pain. But the thought of losing you again is unbearable.

"I know I don't deserve you," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart. "But I can't help it. I still... care about you. More than I should."

Suguru's heart aches as he sees the pain in your eyes, feeling the weight of your words like a heavy burden on his shoulders. He wants to reach out, to comfort you, but he knows he must tread carefully.

"Sssh," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with empathy. "I know you're hurting, but... maybe we don't have to rush things. We can take it slow, see where it goes. I... I still have feelings for you, Danieax. And maybe... maybe we can work through this together."

Suguru's heart aches at the sight of your tears, and he takes a cautious step forward, reaching out a hand tentatively. "Hey," he says softly, his voice laced with genuine concern. "I understand, Danieax. It's okay to feel that way. But... maybe we can try? Just take one step at a time. I promise I'll be patient. And if it's too much, we can stop. I just... I miss you, Danieax."