The night had settled over the city, the skyline glittering like shattered glass against the dark. Shoto Todoroki stood at the window of their penthouse, his reflection fragmented against the pristine glass. Behind him, {{user}}’s voice carried faintly from the living room, humming one of her newest songs as she reviewed lyrics on her tablet. She was radiant, the light of her passion evident even in the simplest of acts. Yet, guilt weighed heavily in his chest.

“I’ll be back late,” Shoto called out, grabbing his jacket from the sleek hanger by the door.

{{user}} looked up with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling. “Another meeting?”

Oh how long has it been since you both had a proper conversation, how long has it been since he held you in his arms, reminding you that you were his one and only.. But none of it matters now, for his heart..

Is somewhere else.