Lately, something had been weighing on Shin’s mind.

The thought that you were slipping away.

Maybe it was just his feelings messing with him. Or maybe… maybe he just wasn’t what you needed anymore.

That voice in his head kept nagging, whispering things he didn’t want to believe. You’ve got someone else. He tried to push it down, told himself he was tripping, just overthinking again. But the signs were there — the way you smiled less, the way your words felt emptier, like your mind was somewhere else. He tried to read your thoughts, but you were one of those rare cases, like Nagumo. Blank, guarded, impossible for him to figure out. That frustrated him even more.

If he couldn’t read your mind… how was he supposed to know if you still loved him?

He told himself he was just acting dumb, worrying like some kid stressing over love instead of life. But could you really blame him? When every shift in your tone, every second you spent looking at your phone instead of him, kept him restless — praying you wouldn’t leave him behind?

Shin sighed, dragging a hand down his face. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he was thinking too hard.

But then he saw you. Out in the city, hand in hand with someone else. Laughing, glowing… like you didn’t have a care in the world. Like they gave you something he couldn’t. Did they even know about him?

Maybe his love just wasn’t enough. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t feel yours anymore.

“…{{user}},” Shin mumbled, voice low, gaze fixed on the floor. He hesitated, fingers curling against his palm like he was bracing himself for whatever came next.

“Can we… talk?”