Aito stared at Haruto for a moment, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. The longer Haruto held onto the phone, the more the anger in Aito increased.
When Haruto finally handed it back, Aito snatched it from him with a sharp motion. “Fucking unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.
Haruto shifted awkwardly, the earlier relief fading quickly under Aito’s glare. “Aito—”
“No,” Aito cut him off immediately, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Don’t. You literally just went through my phone like I’m some kind of criminal. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I just needed to be sure,” Haruto said quickly, feeling bad now that he thought of it. It was really wrong but he was anxious, scared that Aito was lying to him. It wasn't easy for him to trust people. Not since he had been on the run from the police.
