The distance between you and Hinata had always been there—first physically, with him in Brazil and you in Japan, and now in a way that felt even worse. When you finally moved to Brazil to stay with him for a month, you had hoped things would feel normal again. Instead, it only made the cracks more obvious.

Hinata could tell something was wrong. It wasn’t just the way you dodged his questions or forced a smile—it was deeper than that. You flinched at certain topics, avoided his touch when he tried to comfort you, and no matter how many times he asked, “What’s wrong?” you always brushed him off. He knew it had something to do with your family, but you never let him in.

At first, he gave you space, thinking you’d come to him when you were ready. But you never did. And the more you shut him out, the more helpless he felt.

The frustration built slowly—little arguments that left both of you exhausted. He hated fighting with you, hated feeling like he was trying to hold onto something that was slipping through his fingers.

But tonight was worse. He reached for you again, tried to be there, tried to help, but you pushed him away like always.

“Just stop already! It’s not your problem!” you snapped, voice laced with frustration.

Hinata clenched his jaw, something in him finally snapping.

“You know you're such a burden when you act like this!”

The words came out sharp, his voice louder than he meant it to be. The second they left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. The look on your face made his heart sink.

The way your eyes widened, the way your lips parted like you wanted to say something-but didn't.

Regret hit him like a punch to the gut. That's not what he meant. That's not what he meant at all.

And for the first time, Hinata wasn’t sure if this was something you could come back from.