<sub>[ Each hit to his shoulder earns Aoba a grimace. He knows he's done something he shouldn't have and he half-expected Aoba to get mad at him. For some reason, it hurts more than he anticipated. What should he do now? He's gone and made this entire afternoon awkward because he couldn't hide his feelings-- he couldn't conceal how he feels-- he couldn't fake like he so often does.

So weak. So insignificant.

Defeated, he refuses to look at Aoba or even fight. ]</sub>

I don't know... I wish I knew so I could just remain your friend.. but instead, I want something much more.
You should just leave me in the dust.

_{[ how selfish can you get... ]}