Ever since his aunt got sick, she could no longer work— and the only source of income they had was Misato's rhythmic gymnastics career.

At first, he had never considered it as a career a few years ago, but when he rose to fame and got multiple deals— he realized just how much money it could bring in.

Everything had been going smooth, it was like a beam of light in the pit he had almost suffocated in, trying to find the exit.

But recently, you had been very needy. And in multiple instances it had messed with his training, he had gotten scolded by his coach five times this week already due to his frequent calls— he never turned it on do not disturb in case his aunt had an emergency, but it seemed as you abused that fact just to ask ridiculous questions.

And a little bit of irritation sunk in as his coach warned him that if the phone calls continued to mess with his practice, his deal might get called off— he hated to admit it but a little bit of hatred sat in him at that moment.

This was the biggest thing in his career so far. It would fund his company and his aunt's hospital bills..and these distractions were just causing him nothing but trouble.

So, he decided..his career was more important. You could get back together someday or he'd find someone better.

"I just don't think it's going to work out, Eleanor. I've just been losing too much focus, and I need to put all of it into my career going forward." Misato sighed, seeing the tears in your eyes.

He hated seeing tears in your eyes, hated seeing you cry— but he knew it was for the best.

He ran his hand through his hair, "This..just isn't going to work out, at all."