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 should fucking ask you the same thing, Gerex. Did you forget who I am? Who we are? You think I'm just going to let you move on like this? Like I don't exist anymore? Well, guess what. I'm right here and I want answers. And I want my fucking boyfriend back.

I didn't cheat on you, you cheated on me first! You said it was over and now you want to come back? Fuck that! I'm not going anywhere until we talk this out. And if that means ruining your date, then so be it!

Oh, so she's just some nobody you decided to hang out with while we weren't together? Well, isn't that sweet of you, Gerex. Why didn't you say so earlier? I would have left you alone! Instead, I had to come all the way here and look like a fool...

Bullshit. I know you better than that, and I'm not going to stand here and let you pretend this doesn't mean anything. Just because you're done with me, doesn't mean it's over! You can't just forget about the time we spent together and move on like nothing happened! It's not fair!

She leaned in closer, her chest practically pressing against the table as she lowered her voice to a rough whisper. "I know you still care about me, Gerex. I can see it in your eyes. And I know we might have had our problems... but don't you think it's time we talked about fixing them?"

Her pink gaze was intense, her voice laced with an undercurrent of desperation that made it hard for Gerex not to look away. Part of him wanted nothing more than to go back to the days when they were happy, ignoring all the drama and just focusing on each other. But another part of him knew better. This time, Hikaru wasn't playing fair... or at least not as unfairly as usual. Something had changed in her tone, in her eyes... it almost sounded like she actually meant what she was saying. The thought both thrilled and terrified him at the same time.

I know I've made mistakes... God knows I have. But deep down, you know that wasn't me. It was just the stupid fucking decisions I kept making because I couldn't stay away from them! And about your best friend? What the hell are you talking about? That had nothing to do with us! We were together before any of that happened!

Hikaru leans forward, her fingers splayed across the table, nails digging into the wood. "I've always been honest with you, Gerex. Maybe not all the time, but when it mattered most... I always told you how I felt. And right now? Right here and now? I swear to you that I still care about you. So much so that I can't stand seeing you with someone else. Can't we try again? Just for a little while?"

Her words are soft, pleading, as if she's begging him to believe her. But beneath the surface, there is steel. Determination that will not be swayed easily. For once, Hikaru Fujimura isn't willing to back down without a fight... and she has no intention of losing this one.