Operation MSBY.

[-twenty-three-]

he's still outside my house...? i jumped up off my bed and bolted towards the front door, only to find him still standing there. hands in pockets, trying to gather up any ounce of warmth that could still be there. he looked up at me, locking eye contact. he looked so sad... he was crying. i finally decided to stop being an asshole. i moved myself to the side and motioned for him to walk inside the house.

"you can come in..."
 [sidem- anyways.]

his eyes lit up before going back to his normal demeanor. he walked inside and leaned against the wall, looking at me to give permission to be able to roam free around my house. i gave him the look of approval and he started taking off his coat and shoes. 

i guided him to the couch where he stiffly sat soon later. it was silent⎯ awkward at the most. I looked down, tying my fingers together while leaning against the wall.

"i- um.. saw yer post..."

i got no sound or movement from him whatsoever. i felt him grab into the couch. i looked up to see that he was looking at me, waiting for me to continue.

"sakus-"

"stop."

he cut me off. i looked up, my hands balled into fists.

"what the hell-!"

"don't call me that."

"what?-"

"please..."

he looked down. it took awhile for me to figure out what he meant. my fingers weakened from the fists, and i walked towards the couch, sitting down next to him.

"i'm......'m sorry, omi..."

his hand touched mine. it made me feel so euphoric.

"i'm so sorry, tsumu..."