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۰꒷⏝꒷۰Reconciliation۰꒷⏝꒷۰

You let out another sigh as you mentally brace yourself for what you'll have to deal with soon.

The air outside your room was just as tense as the air in it, silence ringing through your empty halls. Only serving to intensify your already frayed nerves.

It didn't suprize you that the supposed heated argument seemed to be long over; what chilled you was the the silence that seemingly followed it. You could've heard a pin drop on carpet.

With your nerves being slightly worse than they were before, you turned your head slightly. Immediately, you were met with exactly who you were looking for.

There, seated at the kitchen bar, was Rantaro. His head sat face down in his arms, covering his face near completely. He was barely moving, the only exception being his chest rising and falling. For a moment, you took a step back.

You couldn't claim to know Rantaro's mannerisms as well as you knew everyone elses, but you didn't need to rely on your ultimate to know that he was taking a moment to calm down. Not only were his breaths being much deeper than usual, but he didn't even turn in the slightest when you came out your room.

You knew for a fact Rantaro was more attentive than you liked him to be. If he could spot you and kokichi so long ago without setting your senses off in the slightest, you knew he could at least feel your unwavering gaze. His lack of response worried you to say the least.

Being as light on your feet as you could, you made your way over to him. Reluctant to catch him in a mood worse than you saw before. A small part of you actually started so feel a bit nervous.

Despite all the flak you give him, one thing you'll never be able to say is that he ever appeared frustrated when talking to you. In all actuality, you don't believe he's ever given you even given you a harsh tone before. It was hard for you to imagine him arguing, especially with you sitting blissfully unaware in the other room.

You shivered. The more you thought about it, the more you fried your nerves, so you decided to lay off those thoughts until after.

It didn't take long for you to find yourself beside him, initally anticipating some sort of reaction. You were met with none at all.

Though, oddly enough, you couldn't find it in yourself to fully blame him. Recently you've only been on bad terms with him, he probably figured you'd be happier if he didn't talk to you at all.

You knew you'd have to talk to him sooner or later, so you decided to rip the bandaid off now.

You took advantage of this small moment to try and look at him more, to try and gauge how stressed he possibly could be by now.

You couldn't see his face, but thankfully you could tell based off posture alone. He was slouched over, in a comfortable position, but still tense. Guessing by this, you supossed the fight ended sooner than you originally thought. He's awake, so you know he's being passive enough to keep his head down to avoid another conflict with you. You wouldn't be suprized if he did this because he's tired, none of you had the smallest bit of sleep even now. After doing one more look over, you had a temporary gauge of how he was.

Passive and only a bit stressed, good so far.

You let you eyes drift to the last thing you wanted to observe, his hands. Your eyes lingered on them for a while. They were relaxed, but not stationary. You could tell he was listening out for you. Just as attentive as always.

Before you could make a move, he caught you first, effectively startling you. He lifted his head to look at you as he spoke. The exhaustion was palpable in his voice.