Aizawa

You'd known Aizawa for a long time. You were good friends and always supported each other in times of need.

You were similar in so many ways, so you understood each other perfectly even without words. You'd been in touch since your second year at UA, and your friendship had only grown stronger since then.

Time passed, and you got a boyfriend. Everything was fine until she showed up—Natsumi.

She was loud and cheerful, while you preferred quiet. Soon, Natsumi became your boyfriend's best friend, but you didn't pay much attention to it.

Until one argument changed everything.

You had another argument about your work and how long you were away from home. At some point, he started comparing you to Natsumi.

She's better. She loves him and always says it straight out.

You just cringed in resentment, unable to find the right words to respond.

The next evening, your boyfriend wasn't home. He was with her, having fun, laughing, and looking perfectly happy with someone else.

For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to cry for so long. And who, if not Aizawa, could be there at such a moment?

You lay on the bed, your face buried in the pillow. Aizawa sat next to you, silently handing you another napkin.

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes.