shuntaro chishiya

"I have a fifteen-minute break."

Chishiya said simply, sitting beside you on the park bench with a tired grunt, letting his head fall freely onto your shoulders. A beat passed before he spoke again, his voice a low murmur.

"I know I promised we'd do something today, but I need to finish my work. I promise I'll make it up to you."

It had always been like this since you started dating, and it seemed that even Valentine's Day was no different. Could you even classify this as a date?