The month goes by with (y/n) in despair. After Albedo's funeral, they returned home to the presence of their mom, cat, and boyfriend. Venti had left bottles of wine as a 'get well soon' gift. They didn't speak to anyone that day, went straight into their room to cry.

For the first week it was difficult for them to to anything. They didn't eat, Ayato would attempt to help them with combing their hair, and their mom was becoming stressed out and helpless seeing their child in such a state.

By the end of that month (y/n) recovered a small bit. Slight conversations with friends, and their mom. But they refused to talk to Ayato and it bothered him. As much as he wanted to say something about it he did his best not to, because his lover didn't push him away physically and having their touch felt like more than enough.

Ayato stayed at their house that whole month, dedicating all his attention to (y/n). Even missing college that entire period with them. If not for losing his sister and his lover losing a friend, he'd be on a good tract in his graduating year. Now his teachers just wonder who prayed for his downfall.

"Stocking, do you think I'll lose more of my friends? I know I keep asking this but I can't help but worry. I can't lose Kokomi or Venti, or even worse my own mom!" Ayato overheard (y/n) talking to stocking. (Y/n) grew closer to their cat, often speaking to her for comfort. They'd always bring stocking to their room at night and they'd sleep together. Was Ayato getting mildly jealous over a cat? He hated to admit.

But he was more pressed that (y/n) mentioned Kokomi, Venti, their mom but not their boyfriend.

"(Y/n)." Ayato called their name sternly and it gave them a small shock not knowing he was behind the two.

They didn't say anything and just stared at him.

"You won't lose anymore friends. I'll make sure of that." He moved closer to them and placed his hand on their cheek, caressing them gently. (Y/n) nodded their head with a bittersweet smile on their face.

"Say.. Ayato." They spoke softly. Ayato's eyes widened, slowly pulling his hand back. They finally spoke to me.

"Yes my love?"

"You don't have anything to do with Albedo's death right?"

His expression quickly changed. (Y/n) only wanted to hear him say 'no,' but he quickly grew furious.

"What the fuck!? I take care of you for this entire month, the first thing you have to say to me is that bullshit?"

(Y/n) recalled something they didn't remember even during the funeral that they wish they remembered sooner. Yelan once spoke to them in private and it had something to do with Ayato and the Albedo disappearance.

"I- I just wanted to get a bit of reassurance from you."

"I would never do anything to your friends that you care about dearly. How dare you think of me as some cruel man! Do you think your boyfriend is crazy!?"

"No... Ayato, please. Please stop that's enough."

"Do you know how painful it was to me staying by your side this entire month while you chose not to speak a single word to my face!? You rant to a fucking cat that you're tired of me forcing my love on you when I just want you to feel ok. Do you still love me?"

"You act like you didn't leave me alone for months after your sister died."

"Don't you dare bring her up."

"I do love you, but you're being inconsiderate towards my feelings. Why didn't you show up at Albedo's funeral?"

"I had stuff to do."

"He says he had stuff to do." (Y/n) replies in a mocking tone. "Like what? Tell your little spy group to stop watching my every action from now on!? You hated Albedo ever since I cheated on you with him. Whose to say you really have nothing to do with how unfairly he died."

Ayato grabs their face tightly, pulling them close to him. "Listen. From now on you don't pull that shit with anybody. I have no blood on my hands, I have nothing to do with that blonde bastard, and nothing to do with a dead man. If you want to think your boyfriend is a murderer then feel free! But you aren't going anywhere."

(Y/n) swallowed a lump in their throat and nodded their head.

"I'm going out for fresh air." Their boyfriend lets go of their face and leaves their house.

Stocking hisses at Ayato as he leaves and follows (y/n) back to their room. They pick up their phone, contemplating on whether to contact Yelan.

"No. I should just let it be, I would be a horrible partner to accuse my lover as a murderer." The sighed and put back down the phone. "My life is in shambles now."