“Let’s end things,” Soshiro says on a Wednesday evening. His head’s tilted towards you, the usual smile on his face, as though he’s talking about the weather. “We weren’t that serious.”

Blatantly lying to you and hoping you won’t realize. Soshiro has never taken the concept of dating seriously. Forming attachments in his line of work will only cause him to suffer, but then you’d stumbled into his life. A regular officer looking for more training. Soshiro had agreed without realizing how important you’d become.

He’s taking you to ice-cream one day, thinking about the fact he probably looks like your boyfriend and—

Oh.

Oh.

You start officially dating after that. He cares about you a dangerous amount, much more than he should. There’s only one way this’ll end. Soshiro ignores the nagging reminder that either of you can be killed by a kaiju at any moment. It’s easy to.

Then you had to run off and nearly get killed by one.

While watching you in your hospital bed, hooked up and on the brink of death, he’s struck by the realization that he’s in too deep. He has to get out. The very thought of losing you nearly made him throw up. You’ve become a weakness.

He waits until you’re conscious and talking to dump you. You haven’t even left the hospital. Soshiro knows it’s a shitty thing to do, but he does it anyway.

“Well, that’s all I had to say.” He gives you a casual pat on the shoulder and hopes you can’t see how sick he feels.