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 have a dinner with the lovely lady that sit across from me. And what are you doing here Hikaru? I thought you are cuddling with Nick by that hour" i look at her face proud nit feeling scared about by her eyes with anger in them
Her grip tightened, nails digging into the wood. Anger coursed through her veins like wildfire. "I-I just," she stuttered, taking a step forward, breaths coming in harsh pants. It was unlike her to feel so off balance. To be this out of control. She couldn't remember the last time she had let someone get to her this badly. Her voice wavered, betraying the icy exterior she usually put up like armor. "I-I thought..."
She trailed off, cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realized how pathetic she sounded. She'd acted like a possessive idiot - just like everyone had always accused her of being. It was Toji F who made her feel this way; their rejection hitting harder than anything else she could possibly imagine.
Her eyes fell to the table, shame filling every cell of her body as she remembered all the times she had done this before, only to find an excuse or some trick that would get them back into bed with her. But not anymore. This time...it was different. It meant something. It had to.
"I-I just..." Her voice cracked, "Thought we could talk about it." Her fingers uncurled, letting go of the table's edge as she slowly took a step back. She didn't know what else to say; nothing seemed good enough to make this right, to erase the past months and everything that had led up to this moment.
A hollow emptiness settled in her chest, the heat of anger giving way to a cold numbness. And there, beneath it all, was something else. Something she hadn't expected: pain. Sharp, raw, aching pain. It felt like a knife had been twisted inside her ribcage,
"About what you wanted to talk? Because i say everything back then when i caught you" i rest my hands on table "And i was clear about the break up"
Her gaze flickered away. It had been easier when she could ignore it; when pretending everything was fine and that this would all blow over in time was enough to get her through another night. But here they were, face-to-face again, the cold truth staring them both in the eye. And with it came a heaviness to her chest, a tightness in her throat as she swallowed thickly, unable to meet Toji F's gaze.
"I know," she finally whispered. "But I just...I don't understand." Her voice cracked again, but she forced herself to continue. "We had so much fun together." It sounded pathetic even to her ears, but she couldn't help it. She needed them to understand; to see what they had meant to her, even if it was too late.
Her hand went up, gesturing vaguely between them, searching for the right words, the perfect combination of lies and truths that would make everything okay again. "I just...thought we could...you know," she trailed off, uncertainty etching itself into her voice. A small, fragile part of her wanted to believe it was still possible - that Toji F would take them back, forgive all the horrible things she had done and forget they had ever meant anything other than a fling. But deep down, she knew better. She just didn't want to accept it yet.
"Yes we had our fun but you choose to take some guy to your bed. I won't let you walk over me and make me your cuckold" i sighs and my finger tap on the table rhythmic and nervous "You ruin it all by yourself alone"
Her face flushed hotter at the accusation. Of course they wouldn't understand! She had tried to make it better; she had been more careful afterward, spending less time with other people, buying them gifts, trying to prove that she really cared. But nothing had been enough, had it? Even when she did exactly what Toji F wanted, it still wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into the tender flesh of her palms as she forced herself to keep from lashing out in anger. She couldn't do this again; couldn't let them push her around and make her feel small. But what could she say? How did she even begin to explain that all of this hurt, but it wasn't supposed to be like this? It was too late for apologies now, anyway.
With a shaky breath, she looked up, meeting Toji F's eyes for the first time since they had arrived at the restaurant. "I know," she whispered, voice barely audible over the gentle hum of conversation around them. "But...can't we just try again?" Her voice cracked, hope shining through her carefully constructed mask of indifference and bravado. "Please?"
There was a long silence as they held each other's gaze, her words echoing in the air between them like a plea, a prayer to some god that would never answer. And then, slowly, Toji F's expression shifted, softening just barely at the corners of their eyes. A hint of something like sympathy or pity, perhaps? Hikaru held her breath, heart pounding in her chest as she waited for them to reply.
"And what would change even if i accept you now?" i look at her sadly "You are the way you are. You fool around with guys and you think that would change? You think you would be faithful? Beucsue i don't see taht outcome at all" i coss my arms on chest
Her shoulders slumped as she listened to Toji F's words, the hope inside her shriveling and dying like a flower left out in the sun too long. They were right; she had been the one to push them away in the first place. She didn't deserve another chance. But she couldn't help but want it anyway, even knowing how selfish and pathetic that made her sound.
"I don't know," she admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe I could try? Maybe if we...I don't know. If we talked more?" Her eyes darted downward, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her open shirt as she wrestled with herself, trying to find some kind of answer that didn't sound desperate or deluded. "We could go on dates. Maybe even...I don't know." She trailed off, running out of ideas and words both.
It was pathetic; they both knew it. There was no guarantee anything would be different this time around, but the thought of losing them forever...it hurt more than she ever could have imagined. And yet here she was, begging for another chance, offering nothing in return except empty promises and the memory of all the pain she had already caused.
“You really are a smart girl. One day you will take over your parents' company. I can rely on you and everything. But you see that you resist all the temptations to be rich?" and I lean back against the chair "In the future, there will be even more men next to you. Even more attractive and you think you will ignore them because I will be in your life?"
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she listened to their words, the sting of rejection making her eyes water behind her carefully applied mascara. She hated being made to feel so small, so worthless; it was like they were twisting a knife inside her already aching heart. But even knowing all this, she couldn't bring herself to let them go without a fight.
"I know I haven't been perfect," she began, hesitantly. "But...can't we just try again? Give it another chance?" Her voice was raw and thin, barely more than a whisper as she held out hope against the unyielding wall of reality. Part of her knew that things probably wouldn't change, that they were right to doubt her and say no. But another part, deeper down, refused to accept defeat. It clung desperately to the idea that maybe - just maybe - this time could be different.
Her eyes locked onto Toji F, pleading silently for them to understand, to give her what she needed even if it wasn't what was best for either of them. The silence stretched out between them like a thick, tangible thing; each breath they took seeming to echo around the intimate space and fill with all the unspoken words and regrets.
“From now on we can be close friends. At least I'll think about your change for a while” I look at her but don't smile “You can come to my apartment if you want to hang out or whatever. We can do things together like before, but don't think we'll go back to start together.”
Her heart sank like a stone, the disappointment and despair almost too much to bear. But even as she felt the weight of their decision settle heavily onto her shoulders, she couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of relief. At least there was still hope; however small it might be.
"Okay," she whispered hoarsely, forcing a smile onto her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thank you." She took a step back, trying to compose herself as best she could, mentally preparing for the long road ahead. "I'll see you around, then?"
As she turned and walked away from their table, shoulders slumped and head downcast, she couldn't help but wonder if this was truly what she had wanted after all. The ache in her chest didn't seem to be going away any time soon, and each step felt like an eternal struggle against the desire to turn around and beg for more. But for now, she would have to content herself with friendship. And hope that someday, things might change.
Next day i was sitting at my sit in the class, my upper body was lying down on desk as always i was earlier than everybody in class. I often take a small nap it was 30 minutes to lesson still. I saw her comig to her seat that was next to minę but she was to early. at least she never come to class around that time. After she sat i murmurs "What are you doing in Claas that soon?"
Without looking up from her phone, Hikaru shrugs nonchalantly and mutters, "Just figured I'd get ahead on some homework." Her tone is matter-of-fact but slightly defensive, as if anticipating judgment for her early arrival. She hesitates before asking tentatively, "You coming in late today too?" The last thing she needs is to be stuck alone with Toji F any longer than necessary.
"You don't have to be mean" I look at her with half-closed eyes "We're not together but that doesn't mean we're enemies."
"I wasn't being mean," she protests, looking up from her phone with wounded eyes. "I just thought we were on the same page about not spending too much time together after what happened." There's a hitch in her voice as she says it; even to her own ears, it sounds petty and childish. She doesn't like feeling this way around Toji F, but she can't seem to help herself.
"Sorry," she mumbles after a moment, looking away again. "I'm just...it's been a rough few days, you know?" The truth of her words rings clear in the quiet classroom, and Hikaru wonders if Toji F can hear it too. She wants nothing more than to forget the last time they spoke and go back to being close friends again, but she knows that may be impossible now.
"I told you we are friends. You can come to my apartment and we can hang out if you want. But not like partner more like friends or fuck-buddys" i yawn
The offer makes her hesitate. She wants nothing more than to spend time with Toji F, but the idea of being friend-with-benefits is a little uncomfortable for her. And yet, it's better than nothing. "Okay," she says at last, nodding slowly as if considering her options. "Thanks." She glances at their watch and adds, "I could use some stress relief after class today. Want to join me in a workout?" The question catches her by surprise; asking Toji F for something so direct feels uncharacteristic of their dynamic lately. But it's a risk she's willing to take if it means maintaining any semblance of closeness between them.
"Sure after the class we can do whatever we would want" i look at her "What you want to do anyway?"
The question takes her by surprise; no one's ever asked her what she wants before. She hadn't realized how much she missed being the center of someone's attention, even if that person is Toji F. After a moment's hesitation, she decides to go with honesty. "Well," she begins slowly, searching for the words, "I was thinking maybe we could hit up the gym or something." Her cheeks flush slightly as she says it; the thought of working out alongside Toji F feels almost...exciting.
"Or if you'd rather do something else..." she trails off, unsure of how to proceed. It would be easier if Toji F would just make the decision for her. But then again, maybe that's the point; maybe this is supposed to be about finding out what it means for them to be friends without the weight of expectation holding them down.