Things weren't the same anymore, and Shoto knew it.

After he lost control of his emotions and treated you badly, he felt guilty for many days, but despite apologizing, things weren't the same for you.

And it seemed they never would be, even if both of you tried your hardest.

Shoto knew he had been wrong, he had done many things wrong, made many mistakes, but how could you blame him? You were his first partner. And living under the roof of a man who didn't know how to treat his wife... what could you expect?

You had faith in him, you gave him your trust, and at first, everything seemed fine, pleasant, a beautiful relationship.

But Shoto found it difficult to verbalize his desires, so it was like a bomb that built up over time and finally exploded, hurting you.

It was never his intention, but he knew he deserved this.

He deserved for you to leave him.

Everyone saw him differently after the day you broke up with him, saying things weren't the same and you needed time, but that you didn't want him to wait for you.

Respecting your decision, he accepted your wish.

But that didn't mean he'd stop thinking about you overnight. Hell, he couldn't even get you out of his head when he closed his eyes or trained.

Everything around him reminded him of you, and the few times he was included in conversations with Midoriya or the other guys, at lunch or any other time, he seemed distracted.

Or he'd even make a few comments about you.

Who would have thought he needed you so much?

He didn't even know if he'd ever see you again. Rather, he saw you every day from afar, but talking? God, how difficult life became for him.

But he wanted to savor his pain. Because he knew that this, all of this, was his fault. He didn't want pity, he didn't want mercy.

He just wanted to suffer in silence, hiding from these emotions, distancing himself more and more from people, from everyone, from you.

Some told him to simply forget you, that he would find someone else, even someone better than you. But in his eyes, that was impossible. Someone better than you? Ridiculous. Impossible.

No one was better than you.

And in the end? No one understood, no one knew that you were the person who kept him afloat, the only person who kept him alive. No, the only person with whom he felt alive, accompanied, real.

But all that ended. The story of their love was sealed for eternity.

Right?

If so, why did you look for him whenever he wasn't looking? In the hallways, you made sure to follow his steps and watch him from afar.

Why was that? Did you miss him as much as he missed you?