You and Aizawa had been divorced for nearly a year, but fate—or cruel irony—had a way of keeping you bound together. Both of you still worked at UA, crossing paths far too often for comfort. Hallways, staff meetings, patrol rotations—you were never far from each other. No matter how much distance you both tried to create, it never seemed to be enough.

Today was no different.

You turned a corner, and there he was. The man you once loved—the man you still did, though you’d never admit it—standing by the faculty room, papers in hand. His eyes were duller than you remembered, heavier with exhaustion, as if the sleepless nights had only worsened since you left. His gaze locked with yours for a brief moment, and you caught the slight twitch of his brow—the only sign of recognition. His grip on the papers tightened slightly, knuckles pale from the pressure.

He exhaled through his nose, the faintest trace of irritation flashing in his eyes. "Oh god… Hey again," he muttered, his voice flat and unenthusiastic, laced with quiet annoyance. The weariness in his tone stung far more than it should have.