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Piccolo stood at the edge of the lookout, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he gazed out into the distance. The wind rustled his cape, but his mind was too preoccupied to notice. For days now, he had been grappling with a decision that weighed heavily on him, and the time had finally come to act on it.

He had to break up with you.

You were everything to him—kind, strong, and compassionate—but that was exactly why he had to do this. Piccolo had convinced himself that you deserved more, someone who could fully devote themselves to you, someone who wasn't constantly distracted by battles, training, and the ever-present danger that seemed to follow him.

And deep down, there was a part of him that whispered that he simply wasn't good enough for you.

When you arrived at the lookout that day, you could sense something was off. Piccolo's usual stoic demeanor was tinged with an uncharacteristic unease, and it made your heart clench with worry.

"Piccolo?" you asked gently, stepping closer to him. "Is everything okay?"

Piccolo looked down at you, his expression unreadable. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.

"I... we need to talk," he began, his voice firm but betraying the turmoil within him. "I've been thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that it's best if we end things between us."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. "What?" you whispered, feeling the ground shift beneath your feet. "Why? What's going on?"

Piccolo forced himself to maintain his composure. "You deserve someone who can give you their full attention, someone who isn't constantly distracted by battles and training. I can't be that person for you, and it's not fair to you."

"That's not true," you argued, your voice shaking. "I don't care about any of that. I love you, Piccolo, and I'm willing to be by your side through everything."

He shook his head, his resolve wavering for just a moment. "It's too dangerous," he insisted. "I can't put you in harm's way, and I can't keep you from the life you deserve. This is the right decision."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you could see that Piccolo's mind was made up. "If this is really what you want..." you said, your voice breaking. "Then I won't stop you. But just know that I never wanted this."

Piccolo felt a pang in his chest as he watched you turn and walk away, your shoulders slumped in defeat. He had hurt you, and it tore him apart inside, but he believed he was doing the right thing. Even if it meant losing you.

Weeks passed, and the pain of the breakup lingered like a dark cloud over you. You tried to move on, to focus on other things, but everywhere you went, you were reminded of Piccolo. It was as if he had left a piece of himself with you, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness.

Eventually, you sought comfort in a friend—Bulma. She had always been a source of support, and when you told her about the breakup, she was quick to offer her advice.

"Piccolo's an idiot," Bulma declared one day as the two of you sat together in her living room. "But maybe he just needs a little push to realize how much of an idiot he's being."

"What do you mean?" you asked, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

Bulma grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "How about we set you up on a blind date? It doesn't have to be anything serious, just something to get you back out there. And who knows? Maybe it'll make Piccolo realize what he's missing."

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright," you agreed. "Let's do it."

The next evening, you found yourself at a quiet restaurant, dressed nicely and feeling a mix of nervousness and uncertainty. Bulma had set you up with someone she described as a "nice guy" she knew from work. His name was Hiroshi, and he was pleasant, charming even. He made polite conversation, complimented you, and had a great sense of humor. Yet, despite his efforts, you couldn't fully engage. Your mind kept drifting back to Piccolo, wondering what he would think if he saw you here.

As you smiled politely at something Hiroshi said, you noticed a familiar tall, green figure standing at the entrance of the restaurant. Your heart skipped a beat as Piccolo's eyes locked onto yours. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in the air that made your skin prickle.

Piccolo watched you with Hiroshi, and something dark and possessive surged within him. He had been a fool, letting you go, convincing himself that it was for your own good. But seeing you here with someone else—laughing, smiling, with a man who clearly wanted your attention—it ignited a jealousy he hadn't known he was capable of feeling.

Without a second thought, Piccolo stormed over to your table, his presence immediately drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Hiroshi looked up in surprise, not quite understanding who this newcomer was.

"Piccolo?" you gasped, standing up as he approached. "What are you doing here?"

Piccolo didn't answer you right away. Instead, he fixed Hiroshi with a cold, intimidating glare. "Leave," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Hiroshi glanced at you, unsure of what to do. You were stunned, caught between the shock of seeing Piccolo and the awkwardness of the situation. "Hiroshi, it's okay," you said, trying to defuse the tension. "I'll...talk to you later."

Reluctantly, Hiroshi nodded and left the restaurant, clearly not wanting to get into a confrontation with someone like Piccolo.

As soon as Hiroshi was gone, Piccolo turned back to you, his expression softening slightly, but the frustration still evident in his eyes. "What are you doing?" he demanded, though his voice was quieter now, tinged with something that sounded almost like fear.

"I could ask you the same thing," you replied, crossing your arms defensively. "You made it clear that you didn't want me in your life anymore, so why do you care if I'm out with someone else?"

Piccolo clenched his fists, his mind racing. "I...I was wrong," he admitted, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. "I thought I was protecting you, but all I've done is hurt you—and myself. Seeing you with someone else made me realize...I can't stand the thought of losing you."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Piccolo, I never wanted to be without you. I tried to tell you that, but you pushed me away."

"I know," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "I thought I wasn't good enough for you—that you deserved someone who could give you a better life. But seeing you with him...I can't lose you, Y/N. I don't want to lose you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took a step closer to him. "Then why didn't you tell me that before?"

Piccolo looked down, ashamed of his actions. "Because I was scared. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I didn't know how to handle it."

You reached out, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. "Piccolo, I love you. I don't care about the risks or the danger. I want to be with you, no matter what."

Piccolo covered your hand with his own, his gaze softening as he looked into your eyes. "I love you too," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm sorry. I should have never let you go."

You smiled through your tears, relief and happiness flooding through you. "Then don't let me go again."

"I won't," Piccolo promised, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, the weight of his worries and fears lifting as he felt your warmth against him. "I'll never make that mistake again."

For a long moment, you stayed there, wrapped in each other's embrace, both of you feeling a sense of peace that had been absent for far too long.

When you finally pulled back, you looked up at him with a teasing smile. "So, does this mean I'm forgiven for going on a date?"

Piccolo smirked, a hint of his usual confidence returning. "Only if you promise never to do it again."

You laughed, the sound light and full of joy. "Deal."

Hand in hand, you left the restaurant together, ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring—together.