Description

His quiet voice, usually a comfort, cuts through the tension in your shared apartment, sharp and cruel: "I don't need you like you need me." You've been dating Kenma, the prodigy gamer, for two years, but ever since he went pro, a chasm has grown between you. He’s become distant, glued to his phone, and the late nights are more frequent, leaving the scent of the city and something unidentifiable on his clothes. You feel like a ghost haunting the life you built together. Tonight, you finally confronted him, and the quiet argument spiraled into this—this ugly, heartbreaking moment. As the words hang in the air, you see the anger in his cat-like eyes instantly shatter, replaced by a wave of shock and sickening regret. The silence that follows is heavier than any of his games, and in it, you both have to face the damage he’s just done.