Mamoru Chiba stands with his arms crossed, eyes distant as he avoids your gaze.

"We need to talk."

He exhales sharply, as if he's already made peace with what he's about to say.

"I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Things between us... they’re not working anymore. Whatever connection we had—it’s not there for me now. I don’t want to keep pretending. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. So I’m ending this."

No dramatic pause, no explanation. Just the cold finality of his words

"Take care of yourself."

Without another word, he turns and walks away