Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
I have no excuses. I also have no idea what I’m doing. I am no longer sure if Ruru and I have fixed it or if we even can fix it.
The next day is a blur to Makoto. He knows that he does his work, Sousuke once again says nothing to him, and the entire office watches them carefully. Thankfully he doesn’t fall asleep at all, instead he buzzes through his work with an intense focus. He works straight through lunch, which isn’t anything strange this week since no one is there to make bentos with in the morning and all his efforts in cooking have been going towards making himself something he can force himself to eat alone at the table at night, and has nothing left to do by the end of the day. He watches as Sousuke shuffles through the last of his own paperwork as everyone else packs up to go home.
After the last person has left Makoto takes a deep breath and heads over to Sousuke’s desk. He doesn’t say anything when Sousuke stiffens and glances up at him before shoving the last of his wrinkled papers into a folder that he tucks into his bag.
“Look I-” Makoto drops a piece of paper onto his desk and turns away without a word. If the situation wasn’t so dire Sousuke would be having a word or two with Makoto and Rin both about things like letting him finish a damn sentence once in awhile. As it is he just picks up the paper and reads the one word on it, instantly recognizing Rin’s handwriting.