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.

Hikaru leaned in, her hand still clenched into a fist on the table, knuckles white. "Don't you dare try to make this about me," she hissed, anger boiling beneath her careful words. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she straightened up, willing the tension in her shoulders to melt away.

Her voice lowered, taking on a dangerous undertone as she focused on Kane. "You know what you did. You know how I feel about it." Her chest tightened at the thought of losing them, but she refused to let that show. She couldn't lose control again. Not like before. "I just wanted to talk," Kane insisted softly, their gaze flickering between her and the other person sitting beside them. "It doesn't have to be like this." Hikaru snorted derisively. "

Her eyes widened slightly at the accusation. It wasn't an easy thing to hear, but she couldn't let them see how much it hurt. "You know damn well that isn't true," she bit out through gritted teeth, her voice icy cold. "I never cheated on you." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing, "But even if I had... do you really think that would excuse what happened? You can't just ignore your own mistakes!" Her chest heaved as she struggled to maintain her composure. The tightness in her throat made it hard to speak, but she forced the words out anyway. "I thought we meant something, Kane. I never expected you to be so fucking... casual about this." Her voice broke at the end, betraying the depth of her feelings even as she tried to hide them.

Anger and resentment flashed across her features as she listened to Kane's words. "No," she spat venomously, shaking her head slowly, "you didn't 'catch me'. You followed me, you snooped around in my business like some jealous idiot!" Her hands curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms. "I thought we could work things out," she continued, trying to keep her voice steady. "But I guess that was stupid of me. Clearly you didn't care about us as much as I did." A harsh laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it. "You just wanted to use me, didn't you? Thought I'd be your pretty toy?" Her voice hardened again as she met Kane's eyes. "Well, think again. You may have moved on already, but

Her cheeks flushed at the insult, but she refused to let it show. Instead, she laughed coldly, humorlessly. "Oh please," she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. "I've never been anyone's whore. You know that." Her eyes narrowed. "But if you want to keep throwing words like that around, maybe we should talk about how you didn't respect my feelings either. How you kept seeing other people while we were together! Doesn't that make you a hypocrite?" Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought for control. "You know what, Kane? I don't even care anymore," she lied through gritted teeth. It wasn't true; the ache in her heart was almost unbearable. But she couldn't let them see that. Not again. "Just forget about this conversation ever happened, okay?" She

Her breath caught in her throat as Kane grabbed her wrist tightly, their grip painful but oddly reassuring. She tried to pull away, but they held on firmly, refusing to let go. "Kane," she whispered, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound calm and unaffected. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, burning hot against the backs of her eyelids as she fought against the urge to give in to them. She couldn't lose control again. Not like this. Not with Kane watching. "Let go," she managed to choke out through a tight throat. "It's over." Their grip on her wrist loosened slightly, but they didn't let go entirely. "I don't want it to be," they murmured, their voice rough with emotion. "Not yet."

Her heart skipped a beat at their words, her breath coming in sharp little gasps as she struggled to maintain some semblance of control. "Kane," she whispered hoarsely, tears spilling over and trailing down her cheeks. "I-I just want us to be happy." She closed her eyes, the pain in her chest nearly unbearable. "But if that's not possible... then maybe we should just forget about each other." Their hand squeezed hers gently before letting go entirely, and she fought against the urge to grab onto them again. Her gaze flickered around the room, anywhere but at their face. She couldn't look at them like this; it was too much. "I-I should g

The words stung, cutting deeper than she had expected. "That isn't true," she managed to croak out, her voice barely audible above the murmur of conversation around them. "I never cheated on you." She paused, struggling for composure as more tears slipped down her face. "Maybe I should have been more considerate of your feelings... maybe if I hadn't pushed so hard to keep up with everything... we could have found some happiness together..." Her voice trailed off into silence, the weight of their words settling heavily on her chest. She wiped roughly at her eyes with the back of her free hand, hoping that it would make the tears stop flowing. But they only kept coming. "I just want us to be okay," she whispered hoarsely, hating how pathetic she sounded even as the words left her mouth. "But I'll understand if you can't forg

Her eyes snapped open at the accusation, and she forced herself to meet Kane's gaze. "You don't understand," she hissed through clenched teeth. "That wasn't what it looked like." Even as she said the words, she knew they sounded feeble, hollow. She took a shaky breath, struggling for composure once more. "It was just a misunderstanding," she insisted desperately, willing them to believe her even as she felt the lie form on her tongue. "He didn't mean anything to me." But Kane's expression remained unconvinced, and Hikaru's heart sank like a stone. Maybe it was too late for them after all. With a bitter laugh that held no humor, she stood up suddenly, the movement jerking her free hand so that her loose pink shirt fluttered open briefly before falling closed again. "Look

"Because I'm an idiot," she snarled through gritted teeth before pushing her chair back roughly and storming out of the restaurant, her pink heels clicking sharply on the wooden floor as she disappeared into the night. The scent of her perfume lingered behind her, a bitter reminder of everything they'd shared and everything that had been lost in the process.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she raced through the streets, her heels clicking angrily against the pavement. She couldn't lose them like this, not after everything they'd been through together. But what choice did she have? Kane was set on pushing her away, determined to believe the worst of her. It was her fault; she knew that much. A quiet sob escaped her lips as she turned a corner, heading back in the direction of her apartment. She would find some way to make things right again, somehow prove to Kane that she was worthy of their forgiveness and trust. But first, she needed to gather herself together. Taking a deep breath, she ducked into an alleyway and leaned against a wall, letting the rough brick dig into her back as she tried to compose herself. It didn't take long for the tears to start falling again, hot tracks of salt down her

Her shoulders hitched in a sob as she heard Kane's voice calling her name from the alleyway. Part of her wanted nothing more than to turn around and face them, to beg for forgiveness and promise that things could go back to how they used to be. But another part refused to let go of its anger, its hurt, its bitter resentment at being treated this way. With a shaky breath, she pushed herself away from the wall and stepped out into the dimly lit alleyway, her pink eyes glittering with unshed tears. "What do you want, Kane?" she whispered hoarsely. "After everything I've done... why can't you just let me explain?" Her chest heaved as another wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm her. It had been so hard keeping it together in front of them earlier; being out here, alone with Kane, was

Her heart ached at the sight of Kane's hand on her cheek, wiping away her tears, but she couldn't help feeling a flicker of hope ignite within her nonetheless. "K-Kane," she stammered, her voice rough with emotion. "I-I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." She forced herself to meet their gaze, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding there. "If I could take it all back... if I could just go back in time and do things differently..." Her voice trailed off, a sob catching in her throat as she fought against the tears that threatened to spill over once more. "I just want us to be okay," she whispered hoarsely. "Please, Kane. Don't give up on us." Her hand rose unsteadily, reaching out to brush a lock of hair away

Her expression darkened at the accusation, anger and hurt flaring within her once more. "I didn't sleep with him," she growled through gritted teeth. "It was a misunderstanding. Just like I said before." She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before continuing in a slightly gentler tone, "And even if I had... it doesn't excuse what you did. You knew how important our relationship was, and yet you still couldn't resist the temptation to cheat on me." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she waited for Kane's reaction, her heart aching with hope that they would finally be able to work things out together.

Hikaru took another deep breath, struggling to find the words to explain. "It was just... one night," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were both drunk, and things got out of hand. I didn't mean for it to happen. I swear." She paused, her eyes searching Kane's face desperately for any sign of belief or understanding. "I would never intentionally hurt you like that," she added quietly. A sob threatened to escape her throat, and she swallowed heavily, trying to regain control over herself. "Please, Kane," she whispered hoarsely, reaching out to cup their cheek in her palm. "Don't give up on us."

Her heart leapt with joy as she felt Kane's lips press against hers, their kiss passionate and full of promise. She wrapped her arms around their neck, deepening the kiss, her fingers tangled in their hair as she pulled them closer still. For a moment, it was like they were back where they belonged: together. When they finally broke apart for air, Hikaru looked up into Kane's eyes, hope and love shining bright. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I want nothing more than to make this right again." She leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to their lips once more before pulling back slightly, her hands still resting on Kane's shoulders. "Can we start over?" she asked softly, searching their face for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "We can go slow if you want, but please just let me show you

Hikaru wrapped her arms around Kane's neck, kissing them deeply, her gratitude and relief washing over her like a warm summer wave. "Thank you," she murmured against their lips, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes once more. "I promise I won't mess this up again." As they continued to walk toward Kane's home, she rested her head on their shoulder, content for the first time in what felt like ages. Maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be alright between them after all.