MIYAMURA’S POV

I place the cup of tea on the table, right in front of Sorahiko, and take the seat furthest from him, because I don’t want to force him to sit too close to me. 

Thankfully, my tear ducts have stopped leaking— I’m no longer sobbing like a child. I’m not embarrassed at my actions…just slightly mortified. 

I could’ve said more…apologized more…instead of crying.

A knot forms in my chest when I notice how Sorahiko ignores the cup of tea— he ...