You're home 20 minutes early.
That's the only thing Konoha can focus on. Not the box full of his things by the entryway, not the half written letter on the kitchen table- just the fact you're standing at the door 20 minutes early, a pizza in your hands.
(It's from his favorite place. )
(He knows you put mushrooms on it just for him.)
It shouldn't make him mad, seeing you stand there as you gather what's happened, smile slowly sinking into that distraught face he's seen too many times, but he's practically vibrating with annoyance.
(You're home twenty minutes early because you wanted to be dinner with him.)
"You're leaving?" your voice breaks into a sob before you gather yourself again.
He's mad that he has to see how he hurt you, Konoha realizes. Mad that you ruined his perfect fucking plan of sneaking away while you were gone.
"We were trying to make it work."
Konoha doesn't respond. He doesn't know how. That's why the note he left is unfinished, why he was trying to move out without a proper goodbye.
(You're home twenty minutes early and now he has to come up with words for feelings he doesn't understand.)
"I thought we trying to make this work." you repeat, fumbling with the stupid, greasy box in your hands. You don't move from the doorway; if you did, there'd be a clear shot out of the door and Konoha could just leave. "I thought you loved me."
"I-" He bites back his words, swallowing down defensiveness as best as he can, "I did. I do- I'm just tired-"
Fat tears collect along the rims of your eyes.
"Tired?" you ask it so earnestly that it breaks him.
(You're home 20 minutes early and now he has to say things that he knows will stick in heart, take root in your ribs, grow as wild and suffocating as kudzu.)
"I'm tired of fighting for a relationship that isn't worth it."