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 doesn’t even spare it a glance. “W-What did you mean by that?”. At least, he’s not avoiding my gaze. “That y-you don’t know anything?”. “Because I don’t”. I almost wince at how curt I sound, then I try to soften my tone. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about”. “You’re lying! Why do you keep lying to me— ”. Sorahiko rises halfway from his seat in fury…then takes in a deep breath and sits back down. “Is there something you want me to do?”. He whispers. “I don’t know what it is that you want, but if you tell me, I’
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