Kamishiro Ryoga wasn't the type to think twice about his actions. Though far from reckless, it rarely took him much time to make decisions throughout his life. From returning to school to dueling in the WDC, he always managed to hurdle over a handful obstacles. Still, as a young man, he wasn't without his imperfections. Primarily, Ryoga still faced the challenge of maintaining proper friendships with his peers. For the longest time, he was a loner, but now…
Ryoga looked at the locker in front of him. He knew what brought him here, yet all that determination he felt minutes ago had suddenly drained from his core. School had ended for the day, so the locker room was empty. However, that wasn't a concern to the purple-haired student. This was an obstacle he wanted to surpass, but until this day, never actually found the strength to fulfill this goal.
Ryoga gingerly looked over the envelope in his hands. It was plain, albeit the handwriting presented on the front:
Tsukumo Yuma
He wasn't sure when it happened, falling in love with the Numbers user. Timing didn't matter to Ryoga, but there was no mistake as to why he loved the boy so much. Yuma had practically saved him from sinking into the depths of hell, and while he wouldn't call him an angel like a certain someone already does, he valued the friendship with the younger boy and cherished the smile he offered to all those around him.
But friendship wasn't enough for Ryoga. It hurt, having to see Yuma share his kindness with not just him, but everyone. His knew selfishness wouldn't benefit his desire, but this gesture wasn't considered selfish, right? Ryoga looked back up at the locker. The situation was optimal, yet he was punishing himself by not pushing forward. Scared, weak, lonely. These were all words that ran through Ryoga's head. He slowly brought his hand up to the locker…
This is your weakness.
He hated to admit it, but Shark Drake was right. While the Numbers spirit couldn't possess him, every now and then his voice would echo throughout his mind, usually offering unnecessary commentary to the situation. This was different. The cold, hard truth hurt. Ryoga laughed, but it lacked any hint of humor. It was pitiful, standing here in an empty room.
He lowered his arm to his side, shoving the envelope into his pocket. The sound it made was near deafening, not to his ears, but to his heart. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad,' he thought to himself.
'Being able to see his smile every day would be better than never seeing it again.'
Valentine's Day never hurt this much before for one Kamishiro Ryoga, and he truly believed that chances are, fate does not play nicely to those who have sinned.