The air was heavy with the salty breeze from the ocean, as waves crashed against the rocky shore, the rhythm like a heartbeat, constant and unforgiving. Aizawa stood near the edge, hands tucked in his pockets, eyes fixed on the horizon. The gray sky above mirrored the storm within him, clouds looming with the threat of rain.

You stood beside him, your presence a comforting yet painful reminder of everything that was slipping away. The wind tousled your hair, and you watched the sea, its vastness a reflection of the distance growing between the two of you.

“I never imagined it would be this hard," you whispered, voice barely audible over the crashing waves. "I thought... I thought we could weather anything together."

Aizawa’s jaw clenched, but he remained silent. His eyes stayed locked on the sea, as if the horizon held the answer to all the unspoken questions between you. His heart was heavy with the weight of the world’s judgment, and the knowledge that your love, something so personal and precious, was being battered by external forces.

"I just wanted something simple," you continued, the words tumbling out as if they had been bottled up for too long. "Something we didn’t have to hide. A love we could share with the world. But now..." You trailed off, your voice faltering.

Aizawa’s hand twitched, as though he wanted to reach out, to pull you close, but instead, he spoke, his voice low and rough. "I know what you want. I want that too. But sometimes... the world doesn't give a damn about what we want."

The sea raged before you, the tide rising, as if it understood the battle you were both fighting—against society, against the disapproval of those who refused to see past their own prejudices. The nautical imagery was not lost on either of you. You were both sailors, trying to navigate through a storm that only seemed to grow worse with each passing day.