Rin wonders what Haru was thinking, feeling, when he made this same journey yesterday. Sneaking into the house earlier than expected, making his way to their bedroom – but that's where the similarities end.

He stares at Haru's sleeping form, curled up on his side, facing the window, the sheet tucked up to his chest, pinned under his arm. His face, that gorgeous face he's spent so many years kissing, caressing, that little stoic mouth he knows just how to crack into a smile, and he loves him. He loves him so much.

Haru's eyes crack open as he wakes, just through feeling Rin in the room, and Rin sees his squint go wide from confusion to fear. He knows.

"Rin… What's wrong?" Haru's sitting up and reaching out a hand. "Rin?"

And that's when Rin realises Haru's naked, and knows without a doubt he wasn't the last one to touch him, or kiss him, or even hug him and stroke his hair. He could yell at him, but he can't even get mad. He's just empty.

"I'm done, Haru," he says, softly, sitting down on the bottom of the bed so he doesn't have to look at Haru. "No more lies… you should leave. You don't pay barely a penny for this place anyway.

Haru's trembling, and on instinct he reaches out for his favourite person to hold him, running his fingers down his arm to at least make him turn around or something, anything.

"Rin… I love you…"

Rin only flinches away from his touch. "I love you too… I love you more."

"What happened, Rin?!" Haru scrabbles forwards, desperate for him. "Why are you doing this?!"

"Because Sousuke saw you! He saw you with him! All cuddled up with him at Kisi's! And like it was nothing!" Rin's voice grows louder, shaking. He's going to cry.

They're both going to cry, and Haru can't even speak. They'll work it out. It always works out. He slowly slips into yesterday's clothes just dumped on the floor. Rin's glaring hard at the ground when Haru steps in front of him, and grits his teeth as Haru cups his jaw.

"I'll be at Kisi's. I love you. Calm down… it's not what you think," he kisses his cheek.

Rin snarls. "I don't care, Haru. We're done."