You and Megumi had been together for three years.

Three years of late-night calls after missions, quiet walks back from Tokyo Jujutsu High, and the kind of comfort that came naturally. You were opposites in many ways—your warmth balancing out his quietness—but somehow, it worked.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Lately, things had changed.

Megumi had become distant.

Not cold—just... absent.

The texts got shorter. The conversations felt forced. The way his eyes softened when he looked at you slowly faded into something unreadable.

You noticed.

Of course you did.

But every time doubt crept into your mind, you convinced yourself you were overthinking.

Megumi wasn’t good with emotions.

Maybe he was just tired.

Maybe missions were stressing him out.

Maybe things would go back to normal.

That afternoon, he asked if you wanted to go on a walk.

You smiled immediately.

Maybe this was it.

Maybe things were getting better.

The two of you walked side by side through quiet streets, the chilly evening breeze brushing past. It felt oddly familiar—comforting, even.

Until he stopped.

You looked up.

The cherry blossom tree.

The one where you had confessed to him three years ago.

Your heart warmed instantly.

“Oh,” you laughed softly. “You remembered—”

“{user}.”

His voice was quiet.

Too quiet.

You turned to him, your smile slowly fading.

Megumi avoided your eyes.

For the first time in years, he looked nervous.

And suddenly—

Something inside you sank.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low. “But... we have to break up.”

Silence.

The words didn’t register at first.

“...What?”

His jaw tightened.

“I just...” He looked away, frustrated with himself. “I think I fell out of love.”

Your chest tightened so painfully it almost hurt to breathe.

“What do you mean?” your voice cracked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He answered too quickly. “You didn’t do anything.”

Then why?

Why now?

Why here?

Why at the place where everything started?

“You deserve someone better,” he said quietly. “Someone who can love you the way you deserve.”

You stared at him, tears burning your eyes.

“You’re deciding that for me?”

His expression shifted.

Guilt.

Pain.

But no hesitation.

And somehow—

That hurt the most.

Because if he really wanted to stay—

Wouldn’t he have tried?

The walk home felt empty.

And that night—

You cried until your chest hurt.

Until your pillow was damp with tears.

Until exhaustion finally pulled you into restless sleep.

Meanwhile—

Megumi couldn’t.

He sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor.

Every time he closed his eyes, all he could picture was your face.

The way your voice cracked.

The way you looked at him like he had shattered something inside you.

He swallowed hard.

You were probably crying right now.

And for the first time since ending things—

The guilt became unbearable.

Maybe he shouldn’t have done it.

Maybe he should’ve tried harder.

Maybe—

No.

It was too late.

Weeks passed.

And things only got worse.

You stopped talking to him.

Stopped looking at him.

Stopped waiting for him after class.

Instead—

You started spending more time with Yuji.

Laughing with him.

Training with him.

Eating lunch with him.

And every single time Megumi saw it—

Something ugly twisted in his chest.

Jealousy.

Which made absolutely no sense.

He was the one who ended things.

So why did it bother him so much when Yuji made you laugh?

Why did he hate seeing you smile at someone else?

And why—

Why did it suddenly feel impossible to breathe whenever he realized...

You were slowly learning how to live without him?