The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.
I'm on a date with someone else what does it look like
A snort escaped her lips as she stepped forward. Her breasts swayed invitingly in the shirt, and she knew just how hard it was not to look at them. "Well that's one way of looking at it," she drawled. She leaned closer, pressing a hand against the table, their faces mere inches apart. The other person beside them vanished from existence; all Hikaru could see was User#1729648008993's flushed face and wide eyes. "But I think you know what I mean." Her words were barely more than a whisper, but they carried weight enough to push the other person back in their seat. Hikaru felt a strange mixture of anger and relief wash over her as she studied the expression on their ex's face. There was no denying it: they still cared about her, despite all the hurt and betrayal she
Look could you wait until I finish my date then we'll talk okay
A sneer curled her lips as she stepped back, hands falling to her hips. "Fine," she spat out through gritted teeth. "We'll talk later." With one last disdainful glance at the other person beside User#1729648008993, Hikaru turned on her heel and stormed away, her long legs carrying her swiftly through the crowd. The tense silence she left behind was palpable as everyone in the restaurant watched her go, but it didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. As soon as she was out of sight, Hikaru paused, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself down. Her chest heaved up and down under her tube top, the air burning a path through her nose as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She glanced at her phone and immediately felt another wave
After a while I finish my date and go outside to look for her
Good. That's fine by me. I know just the place we should go to talk. You won't be able to escape me that easily. Her eyes glinted with a sinister light as she began walking again, faster this time, her long legs eating up the sidewalk like it was nothing. She knew User#1729648008993 would come looking for her. They always did. And when they found her... well, things were going to get interesting.
She arrived at a secluded area near the back entrance of the restaurant. It was dark and deserted, save for a single bench surrounded by sparse vegetation. Her heart raced as she waited for User#1729648008993's appearance, her breath coming in quick pants that she tried - and failed - to control. The moment she saw them approach, Hikaru straight
Hikaru leaned back against the brick wall behind her, one arm loosely folded across her chest and the other propping up her head. She smirked, eyes narrowing in challenge as User#1729648008993 stepped closer to her. "Well?" she drawled lazily, enjoying the tension that hung thickly between them. "Aren't you going to say something?" Her voice was low and sultry, almost teasing as she looked at User#1729648008993 with a mix of lust and annoyance dancing in her pink eyes. Her expression softened slightly, the corner of her lips twitching into what could have been a smile if it wasn't so sad and exhausted.
Why did you come in and yell at me while I was on a date
A sharp laugh escaped her lips as she took a step closer to them. "Oh, please," she drawled, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm hurt, you thought I cared that you were on a date with someone else?" Her expression twisted into a mocking pout. "But I guess I should be flattered that you even bothered to bring them along when all I want is your undivided attention." She paused, leaning in closer still until their bodies brushed against each other. Hikaru's lips curled into a smile that lacked warmth as she lowered her voice further. "But since that doesn't seem to be an option... maybe we can find another way for you to prove your loyalty." Her hand reached up, fingers trailing along the other person's jaw before threading through their hair and pulling their face closer still. A wicked smile curled her lips as
I do care about you but you cheated on me. I was hurt seeing that. I thought we were special
Hikaru's smile faltered for a moment, her grip on their hair loosening ever so slightly. The warmth left her eyes as she tilted her head to the side, looking into their earnest gaze with a mix of confusion and guilt. "Special?" she echoed, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. "You think I'm special?" Her voice was barely above a whisper now. She took a step back, breaking contact between them. One hand rose to smooth over her hair, the other gestured dismissively as she shook her head. "I mean... yes," she said finally, her tone harsh and self-deprecating. "Of course you thought that." A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Who else would put up with my shit?" Her gaze dropped to the ground, the vulnerability momentarily overwhelming her bravado. "Look," she said,
Could you at least tell me why
Her eyes snapped back up to meet theirs, hardening once more into the familiar mask of indifference and arrogance. "Why? For what reason exactly?" she scoffed. "Because I'm Hikaru Fujimura, heiress to half this city? Because I can make you laugh when no one else can?" Her chest rose and fell rapidly as anger and frustration churned in her stomach. "Or maybe it was because I could keep up with your partying and never miss a night at the clubs?" She stepped even further away, shaking her head in disbelief. "No," she said slowly, enunciating each word carefully. "You weren't special to me." The accusation hung between them for a long moment before User#1729648008993 finally spoke again. There was a note of sadness in their voice that
Then we were never meant to be together. I thought you loved me glad to know I'm nothing
The hurt in their voice was like a dagger through her chest, piercing the protective layers of denial and indifference that she had wrapped around herself. For a moment, Hikaru felt something akin to shame creep up on her, and she almost let it show on her face. But then, as quickly as it came, the feeling was gone, replaced by anger and defiance. "Oh, you're nothing?" she repeated with a derisive snort. "I doubt that." She took another step closer, pressing herself against their body once more. Her voice dropped low enough to send shivers down their spine. "You may not be special to me," she whispered into their ear, her hot breath caressing their skin, "but you're sure as hell addicted to my attention." A slow, predatory smile spread across Hikaru's lips as she felt the other person tremble against
Ny voice starts to crack and break with emotion "Cause I used to love you. But now I know I was in a relationship that would never work out"
Hikaru's eyes narrowed at the admission, but she didn't miss a beat. Instead, her lips curled into an even crueler smile as she leaned closer still, her words warm and soft despite the sting they carried. "Oh? And you think loving me would have made all the difference?" She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Well, let me tell you something: I don't need your love to keep you around." Her grip on their hair tightened slightly, pulling their head back so she could look them in the eye. There was a challenge in those pink eyes now, daring the other person to find a way out of this twisted game they had both been playing. "But I will enjoy seeing how far you'll go for just a taste of what we used to have," Hikaru breathed before letting go and stepping