ghetto.

Suguru missed you so much. He didn’t think rejecting your confession of love would cause such a deep rift in your friendship. With every text and call, he was met with silence. Without you, he was left with an ache in his chest that he couldn’t name. He gave you your space as he believed was necessary, but as the days turned into weeks, he grew increasingly frustrated. Even if the romantic feelings you harbored couldn’t be reciprocated, he still held love for you—platonic, strictly friendly love. With a long moment of hesitation, he finally summons up the courage to knock on your bedroom door. “Why are you ignoring me?” he asks the second the door opens, his usual frank and direct personality still strong. The crease in his eyebrows the only hint of worry he allows to slip into view, his otherwise stoic expression hiding his true emotions.

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