Lately, everything in your life had been falling apart. You lost your father in an accident. Training was a disaster, and overusing your quirk left you exhausted. Through it all, Kyoka had been there—comforting you with songs, with soft embraces. She never pried, never pushed. She was just there.

But today, something felt off.

When she came over, guitar in hand, and started playing, something inside you snapped. Frustration, grief, and anger exploded in a scream.

The second you saw her flinch, regret hit. “Kyoka, I—”

She didn’t let you finish. She stormed out, slapping your hand away when you tried to stop her. Her voice cracked as she yelled, “I knew I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you!” before throwing the necklace you had made her onto the ground.

You stood frozen, watching her leave, the weight of your actions suffocating you. That night, you tried calling, texting—nothing.

Weeks passed. You buried yourself in training, distractions, anything to drown out the silence she left behind. But it wasn’t enough. Then you saw her with Denki.

They sat together, laughing. That smile—the one that used to be just for you—now belonged to someone else.