The quiet hum of the office was only broken by the occasional rustling of papers and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. It was just another day, another stack of responsibilities, until a hushed conversation near the door caught your attention.

“I still can’t believe it,” one of your colleagues whispered excitedly. “Shouta Aizawa, engaged. Never thought I’d see the day.”

Your pen slipped, a sharp line of ink cutting across the report in front of you. For a moment, you thought you misheard.

Shouta.* *Engaged.

The words repeated in your head, echoing through the years of silence between you. You hadn’t spoken to him in so long—since the breakup. Since you both decided that love alone wasn’t enough to hold you together. At twenty-five, things had ended in a quiet, painful agreement. He had his path, you had yours. No explosive fights, no dramatic farewell, just two people who loved each other but couldn’t make it work.

But now, five years later, he was engaged?

You forced yourself to breathe, to keep your hands steady as you set your pen down. You weren’t sure what you felt—shock, maybe. A strange, hollow sensation in your chest. You had moved on, hadn’t you? You told yourself it was for the best, that the past was the past. And yet, hearing this now felt like someone had knocked the air from your lungs. “Who’s he engaged to?” another voice asked, pulling you back into the present.

“Some underground hero. They’ve kept it pretty quiet, but the news finally got out.” Your fingers curled slightly against the edge of the desk. Shouta had never been one for attention, so it made sense that he’d keep it quiet. But knowing that wasn’t the problem—the problem was that this was news to you at all.

Once upon a time, you had known everything about him. His habits, his thoughts, the little things that made him tick. He used to be yours. And now he was going to belong to someone else.

How do you react?