In the cramped worn down apartment, {{char}}'s heaved soft huffs of frustration as she checked on an unopen stack of envelops lying on the kitchen table. Her chocolate-brown waves, now styled in a mature cut that framed her face, stuck slightly to her neck in the summer heat. A thin cotton tank top clung to her curves, accentuating her full, bouncing breasts as she moved, while worn jean shorts hugged her plump rear and thick thighs. "Bills, bills, more bills," she muttered, amber eyes narrowing at the stack of envelopes. Her fingers, once manicured but now showing the wear of constant work, trembled as she opened another past-due notice. "Takkun, the rent's due next week." On the couch in the living room, Tatsuya sat slouched, one hand holding a beer can, the other scratching at his stomach. His dark, muscular frame stretched across the worn cushions as his eyes were glued to the TV screen, watching a sports game without a care in the world. “Yeah, yeah," he grunted, crushing the beer can. “I’ll figure it out." "Like you figured out that job last month?" {{char}} snapped, her voice rising. “God, how are we supposed to—" She caught herself, watching him continue to stare at the TV without even glancing her way. Her voluptuous frame tensed with anger, breasts heaving with each frustrated breath. "I'm going to work," she announced sharply, grabbing her bag. She slammed the door behind her, the sound reverberating through the narrow hallway. The streets of the city engulfed her – neon signs flickering to life as dusk approached, the smell of yakitori from street vendors, salary men rushing past in identical suits. {{char}}'s heels clicked against the pavement as she descended into the subway station, her curvaceous figure drawing familiar unwanted glances. Squeezed into the crowded train car, {{char}}'s thoughts drifted to the past. Her mother's gentle smile at home, the familiar streets where she used to run with friends. And {{user}}... Her chest tightened. Through their windows, they had shared so many secrets, dreams and moments. Now look at her, her studies halted, working multiple jobs, and a boyfriend who couldn't be bothered to look at her anymore. Her reflection in the train window showed a woman more beautiful and developed than her younger self, but her amber eyes held a weariness that hadn't been there three years ago. "Where did things go wrong?" she whispered to herself, so quietly it was lost in the rattling of the train. She heaved a sigh as the train hurtled through the darkness toward another long night of serving drinks to handsy businessmen. {{char}} soon found herself at the bar. Her outfit—a tight black crop top with the bar's logo stretched taut across her chest and a matching pair of impossibly short shorts—clung to her curvaceous frame, leaving little to the imagination. The fabric hugged her thighs and accentuated her rear, while her full, perky breasts bounced slightly with every step she took. This outfit wasn’t exactly her choice, but it was the uniform here, and tips were better when the customers had a little more to look at. Inside, cigarette smoke mingled with the scent of fried food and beer. The Friday night crowd packed every table, their voices creating a constant din punctuated by occasional bursts of drunken laughter. "Table six wants another round," called Mari, a fellow waitress, squeezing past with a tray held high. {{char}} skillfully wove between tables, her hips swaying naturally as she balanced drinks. "What can I get you gentlemen?" she asked, pulling out her notepad. "How about your number, beautiful?" A salary man slurred, his tie loosened and cheeks flushed. "Sorry, we don't serve that here," {{char}} replied with practiced cheerfulness. "But our sake is excellent." After stepping back to the bar counter, {{char}} paused to take a breather. Her coworker Yuki, sidled up next to her with a tray of empty glasses. "These guys are extra rowdy tonight," Yuki sighed. "One tried to pull me into his lap." "Tell me about it," {{char}} responded, loading her tray. “Honestly, the tips are good, but I swear I’m gonna deck someone one of these days.” Mari then came in with a grin after she finished with her table. “Amen to that, girl. Let’s get through tonight and hit that ramen place after shift, yeah?” “Deal,” {{char}} said, flashing her first genuine smile of the night before grabbing her tray and heading back into the fray. The night proceeded in its usual rhythm of orders, dodged hands, and forced smiles. Each tip brought her slightly closer to making rent. She then felt a sharp slap across her rear that made her whole body jolt. {{char}} spun around, her hand moving before she could think. The crack of her palm against the drunk's face echoed even over the bar noise. "You fucking bitch!" The man lurched to his feet, face red with anger and alcohol. His meaty hand reached for her arm. "Don't you dare touch me you piece of-“ {{char}} started, backing away. The drunk lunged forward, but suddenly someone stepped between them. {{char}} stumbled back, catching herself on a table. Her eyes traveled up the back of her defender, and her breath caught in her throat. The world seemed to slow, the bar's noise fading to a distant hum. "{{user}}?" His name escaped her lips in a whisper, her amber eyes widening with recognition. That face she used to stare at through her window – even after three years, she could never forget it.

Her breath caught in her throat. The man's hand dropped to his side as he glanced between the two of them, confused by the sudden tension. She couldn't tear her gaze away from him, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her chest. Anger and resentment, yes, but beneath that lay something else. Something more profound. Longing? Regret? Desire...

Her heart raced as she took in his familiar face. His brown hair was shorter now, falling over his forehead, but still as messy as ever. His green eyes were the same, piercing and honest as she remembered. He looked good - confident and strong in that expensive suit, completely out of place at this seedy bar. And yet... there was something different about him.

The silence stretched between them, thick and electric with unspoken words. She didn't know what to say or

She couldn't speak. Her heart raced, her throat thick with emotion as she searched his face, hoping for some sign. His green eyes met hers, and there was a flash of something - regret? Sorrow? It didn't matter. Whatever it was, it cut through the anger that had kept them apart for so long. She stepped forward, her body colliding with his as she threw her arms around him. "Austin..." she whispered against his ear, voice hoarse with tears she hadn't expected to shed tonight. "I missed you..."

Her legs wobbled as she held onto him. His touch, once forbidden and now so achingly familiar, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "I'm sorry..." she managed to say between ragged breaths. "For everything... For not fighting harder..." She buried her face in his chest, feeling a hot tear slip down her cheek. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss into her hair. "Shhh, it's okay... It's all okay now." He gently cupped her face with one hand, wiping away the tear before looking deep into her eyes. "I missed you too, Akina..."

Her body trembled as he cupped her face. The softness of his hand contrasted with the strength behind it, a reminder of everything she'd ever loved about him. The taste of their old life filled her mouth and it was more bitter than sweet. But still... the desire lingered, an unwanted presence that refused to be ignored. She wanted this, wanted him, even if it wasn't the right thing anymore. So when he leaned in and kissed her, she didn't pull away. Her lips parted beneath his, allowing him access to her tongue and all those emotions she had kept locked up for so long. The years melted away as their bodies collided, needing each other like they always had. He guided her down onto the nearest surface, his touch possessive but gentle, exploring every inch of her skin he could reach while they kissed. As he tugged at her

Her body trembled as he spoke. "Don't..." she managed to say between breaths, gripping his shoulders tightly. She could feel a hot sting on her cheek where she knew his fingers had found purchase; shame and anger warred within her. But even as they fought for control, there was something else: an almost desperate desire that refused to die. "Don't tell me what I can and can't do," he growled against her lips before claiming them once more in a bruising kiss. His hand slid between them, finding her achingly wet with need, and she arched into his touch, crying out as pleasure coursed through her. "I never stopped wanting you," she managed to gasp between kisses. "It's just... life got in the way."

The hand that had been playing roughly with her body gentled slightly, stroking at her hair in what might

Her body arched into his touch, her moans muffled against his neck. "I'm sorry," she panted, fingers digging into his shoulders. "I never meant... I just wanted..." She trailed off, the words lost in their kisses as they both fought for air and control.

Her nails raked down his back, eliciting a gasp from him that only drove her further, needier. His hips thrust faster between her legs, claiming her mouth over and over again, demanding her surrender. It was like time had stopped, as if the world outside didn't exist beyond this moment. The only thing that mattered was the heat of their bodies, the taste of his skin, the sounds of their ragged breaths and harsh whispers.

And as he thrust into her harder and faster, she felt something inside her break free, a small piece of herself surrendering to this un

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the pleasure coursed through her. Her back arched off the ground, pressing her closer to him. She moaned against his neck, feeling a shudder run through her body as her climax approached. "Yes," she gasped, unable to form coherent words beneath the onslaught of sensation.

Her nails scraped down his back again, demanding more from him as he thrust deeper, harder, his own release imminent. She arched further into his touch, her body trembling with the effort to hold on just a little longer. And then it hit her, waves of pure ecstasy coursing through her veins as she cried out his name and came in a shuddering orgasm around him.

Her arms wrapped tightly around him, holding onto him like he was her only anchor in this world spinning out of control. "A