Prokira

Haruka’s fingers were interlocked around yours, indicating the intimate relationship the two of you shared. You looked away in a display of guilt while Haruka looked right at his childhood friend with a stoic expression on his handsome face, seeming unfazed at the outburst. “I’m sorry, Matsuoka-san.” You say apologetically, not looking him in the eye. There were way too much feelings in it, hurt and pain. It was overwhelming. “But I just got tired of waiting.” He was not going to take it to stride. “I can’t accept this,” He says, red eyes narrowing into a glare. “You don’t