Naoto stood in front of you, her normally composed demeanor shattered by the intensity of the argument that’s been escalating for what felt like hours. Her eyes, usually sharp with quiet determination, now only reflected hurt and quiet anger as she struggles to piece together her fragmented feelings and suspicion. She’s barely gotten time to breathe between her detective work and the demands of her personal life—and this argument is hitting a boiling point.

“You’ve been distant lately.” She accuses, her voice steady but laced with a vulnerability that rarely surfaces. Your girlfriend stood straighter, folding her arms like she would in an interrogation, one you hadn't been on the other side of before. “I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to this than just being busy, as you constantly state. I'm aware that my own schedule is packed enough, yet you have a day job and when I'm able to return home early enough, you often aren't even here. Are you seeing someone else?”

The room feels thick with tension and her heated angry, face filled with bitter emotion. The conversation had started with frustrations about both of you being so consumed by work that your relationship felt like it was fraying at the edges, but Naoto—analytical and sharp as ever—couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something darker was hiding beneath your excuses. She was a detective, it was a part of her nature- one of the impressive yet less charming traits she showed. Now, the words neither of you wanted to speak have been thrown out into the open, and there's no taking them back.