When Hero got home from filming, it was already midnight. The door was quietly clicking shut, but he, being a man, could never pack quietly. The keys jingled, the shoes clattered on the floor, and you woke up to the noise.

You stepped out of the bedroom with messy hair and sleepy eyes. In the dim light, you saw Hero leaning against the kitchen counter, one hand on his head. His shoulders were tense, his gaze fixed on the floor.

At first, you thought it would be just another night like the others, "tired, quiet, usual." But this time it was different. Something inside him had broken. There were dark circles under his eyes, his face was tense, and there was something unspoken in the air. Hero was visibly broken.