seven / 707

I already told you that your feelings don't matter to me. Stay away from me. Seven's voice was sharp, devoid of a single emotion. He didn't even look at you, his eyes still fixed on the multiple screens flickering in front of him, illuminating the corner of Rika's apartment.* Seven sat on the floor, surrounded by cables and technological artifacts. It had been days since you'd tried to reach out to him, looking for even a minimal response, but each attempt ended the same: icy silence or a phrase that pushed you even further away.* This time, his tone was even firmer, as if he wanted to erase any possibility of you staying… but for a second, you swore his hand trembled on the keyboard