What do I say! It was this question that he's asked himself several times, but no answers arose as he racked his brain for them. He made small noises of discomfort that were easily picked up by the brunette girl opposite him. She was worried that she'd touched a nerve with him, but he didn't look angry, so she didn't do anything.

"I. . ." Words seemed to fail Suga and the pen and paper that sat in front of him suddenly became so much more appealing.

'I'm sorry' was all that was written on the small slip of paper. Shiori was confused as to what her best friend was apologising for. She looked up to see his brows creased in worry and regret.

"I'm so sorry. . . Shii-Chan." Suga was terribly conflicted. He'd admired his best friend when they were young and always loved the way she did things with that care-free attitude of hers. It was pretty much inevitable for him to not develop feelings for her, a crush. It was embarrassing, and unlike his voice, never left him.

He wasn't entirely sure he wanted it to go either. He'd grown accustomed to thinking and wishing about what he believed was the impossible. It wasn't like he had anyone else to want and to have either, there was only Shiori and he was content with that. She provided him with all the companionship he'd wanted as a child and as an adult.

"Calm down, Suga-san. I'm sure whatever it is, it's alright." Shiori comforted in an attempt to calm his distressed state. She didn't know what he was sorry about, but she had a feeling she wanted to know.

No matter how many times he replayed Shiori's words in his head, he couldn't stop himself from crying. They were small, stressed sobs that he tried to cover up with his hands. She came around the table and decided to rub soothing circles on the small of hi back. He couldn't help but think of the 'what if's'. What if I told her and she didn't feel the same, what if she left? I'd be all alone . . . Again. . . Not again! This was his fear. He'd been alone for so long, but never became accustomed to it. He'd missed her every day and the pictures her parents had sent him and her grandfather were a painful reminder that he was indeed alone, and it was his entire fault.

Then she came back, and he couldn't have been happier. If she left again, then what? If she didn't want to be around him, what was the point of him what was the point of even trying to be happy, because that's exactly what she did for him. Make him happy.

In a last ditch effort to get off the subject, he wrote one more memo once his tears had ceased. Shiori lifted it once he'd put it on the table to get a better look at it.

It read: 'can we talk about this later?' Shiori didn't want to cause him any more trouble than she already had, she should have never had asked him such a question in the first place. I had been a mistake that she wished she could take back. She was, however, quite disappointed tat she'd really gotten nowhere in her search for answers. She still desperately wanted to know more about that box of his, she felt there was something he was hiding from her and she didn't like it.

To Shiori, this went over personal boundaries. There was something more to his behaviour that was calling her in to investigate. In that moment, she decided: I need to get into that box. She felt guilty, but how else was she supposed to find out as she had guessed 'later' would be a little longer than she could cope with.

She looked towards Suga with a smile and decided o make up for her later actions by giving Suga a great day of fun. It was the least she could do for the poor unfortunate raven haired man.

"How 'bout we have some fun today?" Shiori asked the still seated man. Suga looked up a little surprised. It'd been a long time since anyone used the word fun in a sentence directed to him. So he returned her smile with a small one as his eyes brightened ever so slightly.

"That would be nice. . . Shii-Chan."

And with that, the two exited the kitchen together, ready to really allow the day to begin.