The rain poured relentlessly, soaking through your clothes as you stood in the middle of the empty street. The cold bit at your skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in your chest.

“You’re really doing this, huh?” Katsuki’s voice was quiet, yet sharp enough to cut through the storm. He stood a few feet away, fists clenched at his sides, crimson eyes burning—not with anger, but with something far worse.

Pain.

{{user}} looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “It’s for the best.”

“For who?” His voice cracked. “Because it sure as hell ain’t for me.”

You swallowed hard, trying to keep yourself from breaking. “You deserve better, Katsuki. You don’t need someone who—”

“Stop saying that.” He took a step closer, the sound of his boots splashing through the puddles. “You think I don’t see it? How you’ve been pulling away, thinking you ain’t enough for me?” His breath was unsteady, his hands shaking. “You don’t get to decide that for me, dammit.”

Tears blurred your vision. “I just—”

“Then look at me,” he pleaded. “Tell me to my face that you don’t love me anymore”