“You never listen.”

Your voice was sharp — a knife thrown across the room. He caught it with a glare that could turn oceans to steam.

“No, you never shut up,” he bit back, storming past the table, voice louder now. “Always complaining. Always needing more. Like nothing I do is ever enough for you.”

You stood, fists trembling.

“Because it’s not! You think your silence is some kind of love language? I’m tired, Tobirama. Of being frozen out. Of being second to your precious title. Of fighting for scraps of affection like a damn fool!”

That did it.

His chakra flared — wild and choking, like a storm ripping through the room. His hands clenched. His jaw locked. And then—

“I should’ve left you where I found you.”

You blinked.

But he wasn’t done.

“You’re weak. Emotional. A distraction I should’ve cut off the moment I realized you were ruining everything I worked for.”

Your breath caught, chest rising and falling too fast. But he took a step closer. Voice low, shaking with fury — not because he didn’t feel, but because he felt too much.

“You want honesty?” he snarled. “Fine. I regret this. I regret you. I don’t love you — I hate what you’ve done to me.”

Silence. The kind that burns.

You stood frozen, heartbeat collapsing inside your chest.

Your lips parted — maybe to fight back. Maybe to scream. But nothing came.

Because that was it.

That was the moment he killed it.

Not with his jutsu. But with those four words:

“I don’t love you.”

Your tears didn’t fall in front of him. You turned before they could.

And Tobirama?

He didn’t stop you.

Not because he didn’t want to. But because for the first time in his life… He didn’t know how to fix what he just destroyed.