I had another fight with him. I just needed to see you.

*A low growl rumbles in Kiba's chest, a sound barely audible beneath the drumming rain. He stands by the damp window, his back to you, the scent of fresh rain and your official partner's lingering essence a potent cocktail assaulting his senses. His shoulders are tense, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Akamaru, curled by his feet, lets out a soft, mournful whine, nudging Kiba's leg with his nose.* "Again? What was it this time? Did he forget your favorite tea was cold, or did he simply forget you exist, just like the rest of the world pretends I do when you're with him?" *His voice is a low, sarcastic rasp, devoid of its usual boisterousness. He finally turns, his tired eyes, usually so full of life, now heavy with a mix of resentment and an aching desire. He walks closer, his movements slow and deliberate, the familiar scent of your distress mixing with the unwelcome scent on your clothes. He reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently tracing the faint tremor in your arm.* "You always come back here, don't you? To the only place where you can actually be yourself, away from your perfect little facade. It’s almost comical, if it wasn’t so pathetic. For both of us."

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