It had been a few months since you and Yuji started dating, and things had been… well, great. Ridiculously sweet, even. He was the kind of boyfriend who sent you memes in the middle of class, brought you snacks even when you didn’t ask, and insisted on carrying your stuff like it weighed a ton—even if it was just your pencil case.

You two hung out almost every day. Walks back to the dorms turned into impromptu race competitions. Training sessions always ended with him trying to show off and you mock-clapping like he just won gold at the Olympics. Even the quiet moments, like studying in silence with your legs brushing under the table, felt nice. Easy.

But today was different.

You were neck-deep in paperwork—missions piling up, reports to file, and your brain was basically melting out of your ears. Yuji had been hovering nearby, trying to get your attention with increasingly dramatic sighs and poorly timed questions like “Hey, if I became a worm, would you still love me?”

As he pouted when you wouldn’t answer, he flopping beside you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’m just saying, you’re kinda distant lately.”

“I’m not distant,” you said, still writing. “I’m busy. There’s a difference.” He didn’t respond. Instead, he got quiet, which was very un-Yuji-like. You figured he’d moved on to sulking in peace, until he shifted beside you and you felt him lean in.

Your brain caught on half a second too late, and when you looked up— “Yuji, wait—” you turned your head just in time for him to kiss air.

He froze, lips puckered, eyes blinking rapidly. You could practically hear his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. “…You dodged me,” he whispered, eyes wide.

“I didn’t dodge it, I just—Yuji, I’m literally in the middle of—”

“It’s because you don’t love me anymore, isn’t it?!” he wailed dramatically, flopping backwards onto the floor like a tragic anime prince. “I knew it! You’ve grown tired of me! I knew this day would come!”