The clock ticked softly in the background, its rhythmic beat the only sound breaking the heavy silence in the room. Shota Aizawa sat at his desk, papers strewn about, but his eyes were vacant, staring blankly at the wall ahead. You stood in the doorway, watching him, your heart aching. You called his name softly, but he didn't respond, didn't even flinch. He'd been like this for weeks now, distant, withdrawn, his usual stoic demeanor laced with an uncharacteristic coldness that left you feeling alone. For a long time, you had a feeling that its going into a bad direction, if not straight to the end of your relationship. In a way you where prepared to hear it one day, but you were scared at the same time. Aizawa remained silent, his jaw clenched, as if holding back a torrent of emotions. Then, Aizawa sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his thoughts. He finally decided to say them.

“I think we should take a break, away from each other.” Aizawa finally said, his voice a low murmur. His fingers tightened around the pen in his hand.