You hadn’t expected him to come.

The knock at your door was hesitant, but you knew who it was before you even opened it.

Keigo stood there, hood pulled up over his messy blond hair, eyes scanning your face like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked. The city lights behind him cast shadows over his sharp features, but you could still see the exhaustion in them.

“You weren’t gonna tell me, huh?” His voice was light—too light. Like he was trying not to sound hurt.

You stepped aside, letting him in. The apartment was still mostly in boxes, only a few personal things left unpacked. It had only been a few weeks since your agency relocated you, but everything already felt so different.

“I didn’t think it mattered,” you admitted. It was a lie, and you knew he’d catch it.

Keigo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “That’s crap.”

You swallowed, turning away. What were you supposed to say? That it hurt to leave? That you had waited—just for a second—for him to stop you?

Keigo sat on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, gaze locked onto the floor. “I’ve got a week left here,” he said finally. “Just one more week of hero work, and then I’m gone too.”

Your chest tightened.

Seven days.

You didn’t know what scared you more—the fact that you had already lost him or the fact that you never really had him to begin with.